Haply I think it a sinecure and then humbled from my erstwhile state of opprobrium
Likened to the lurk of the outbreak of the apotheosis at my backyard,
From sullen earth that sings elegy into the moist damp overflows of benediction
Of the mt.olympus that sings me eulogy of my beautiful anecdotes
Oddysey of golden hills a retreat of the dead primrose bank
And with that sweet love that bringeth charm,
I scorn not the days of little beginnings as my juxtaposes
Were overwhelmed with the gallantry of the smashhit
that greeted the parade that celebrated the holistic exit of that rashly forlorn golden valley
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