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11-27-17

Words are my idea of fun
Flying birds give me the cue to run
Like a rusty trigger of a handgun
Kingdom passing by
Descent where Emer sees the Is of righteousness
And prophesy cry repentance
This is my work and my fun
As to be as one to be older nevertheless forty-four
A year of great changes to carry me as Emer did reign in his stead
For elephants and curelons
As of which are of good use
In their training to but serve and pull the plow
As to become exceedingly rich
More money
More problems
For another sewn stitch
In gardens of words
To serve as our roses
In remembrance to the laws of Moses
For garden hoses and obscenities....