How was I erroneous not to tinker my peevish memoirs
In the gutter gall of broken palls ricocheting my churlish temper
Did he climb alone from the fringes of shallow valleys?
Did it wreck much havoc at this elf of wilderness ramblings alone?
Wedges of wedges of brash sinews grew at the rampage of this ill bred ramblings
Do they slid slipshod away with my songbirds streaming voices with the dancing trees?
My golden valley, this ambience my summit of sandwich courses and summer schools
Who whisk mine Goldfields from the fringes of shallow Instinction
But not clueless introspection beyond my Muse's compunction
And refrain me refraction from golden valley
A loop of the masterclasses into golden dome of the golden hills . hurrah!
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