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Flourish
8-22-17

Letters to the goldsmiths
Son Nehemiah was a son of a gun
Moreover the old gate is repaired
In progressive adventures outside my comfort zone
I'm getting more involved in an equation meant not to be solved
As we'll repair Tekoah in these priveleges we call our rights
Taking great indignation in speech of sincerity
For the sons of Urijah and the Koz
Not just because
As to gesticulate our expression
Contrary to hate largely a matter of habit
Back on the trails of my favorite rabbit
In fact, an exile brandisher
Dramatically a good way to kill the day...