Upon the dissidents of immaculate pulses arouses
Had taken down the erring solace of the weeping morn
The sage of the open fields his confidence aplomb denies
The savage brother of the condescending prow
Pure heaven's light flung like streak of lightning from the sky withdrew
Away the prejudice of the planting season
Discountenance showers effigy and ebbtide upon her glowing garment with sloth
But lo for her to deny the musings of the abandoned elf
Much of the mucilage had been lost with the butterflies of dead weight tonnage
They mocked her when she stayed and forlorn strike they wish her be
Marooned from the venom of her golden home
Madam comfort stood in her somewhat benighted home
Tis the hands of nature fulfilled the counts of he days
Where grains of hope and dust of sweats barely falls in her busy farms
Hunger strike and hunger by robes was fallen in her days of rebuke .
Ancient truth dawn's on her so much as her primogeniture of harvest goodness
That she wakes up not to watch her shadow 's glee
Over mortal's wrath flexed at her husband 's sloth
A cognoscenti later lulled into the mirth of insolence and tore apart by indolence
His sensate index of mother pride to the golden earth insulated
Where one oracle of precious souls disregard the impuissant knots of the fallen dawn's
Then she went gory bliss beyond immoderate defeat with the spring time of mother's Carey chicken beats of gnomes awakens aware somely at her doorstep
That pondering ponderous goofs did not bade her flee
Over fleeting vapors of ramshackled intents and surreptitious exit
Succulent triumphs tribulated from the plenitude of immoderate tyrannous bents
Hurled upon the suspense and suspects of hawk eyed predated
To bring esteem to the wise and contempt to the fools.
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