John Smith and Richard Roes,Mr Brown and ordinary joe,
In the longitude and latitude,right ascension and declension,ordinate and abscissa, azimuth and altitude,
Putsched from fiends with ferocious public rebuttal
Beneath ovation stood stolid and sombre in the ensconces of spangled bangles of habitacular hombres,
They fled with rising winds and indoctrinated with gutter sedition
Many a morning hath they being there a vile compunction
With crocodile tears in dunked from misty clouds as fresh morning dews
The Sinister curtains from maximus seabed,
Where ethereal garden of gusty clouds,
Should never cease from the barnacles of deep sighs,
That begins to draw vilous hooks and cast aspersion in the face of all pitying 🌞 suns
A remote remorse that private chambers might never offer,
And light swindles my heavy sigh where grief lengthens sadness hours ;
Insomuch that it seems sad hours seem so long,
As soon as it elope into dingy clouds, sacrifice pays the price of liberty,
Herein we know sacrifice as the libations for the magic formula
Dries up remorse with beautiful wit for brighter days.
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