To where Beauty's Plans by Faeries reborn
You, First-Named Maiden, inherit Dad's Cast
Which is by Good a foremost sense bylorn
Renew your Best Face from Time's Honoured Past
I meant this well; If for Forest's reveal
The Box called Identity I beg to know
Perhaps by then should my Letters proseal
And release this Magic upon your brow
Now, when the Moon does shaunt its Thirsty Head
And begs for a Sip from the Fluid's Sun
Shall we take this Pram; And skip Dots instead
Then turn to Savour these Tidbits for fun.
I know. These Words - frilly my Thoughts do Play
Just to lend your Plomb and Promote your Day.

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This Saint whose Letters bear Prime in Youth
Like that such my Verses appreciate
And Hand by Clock's Divination sprays Truth
Prevent my own Good Deeds depreciate
How Frequent be your Sprinkles for Good Praise
Which by Volumes soon Tampered for Debate
Yet as Pure Models breed Tolerance raise
Urge me in Trust extend your Honour's sate
Father from the Miles; By then your Heart plombs
What other Morsels must my Bowl offer?
Stoppered at that - Tongues inflamed by their Combs
Still Burst your Berries by Love, dear Elder.
It seems by now that First Names make Sense
Though Birth-Year's Stamp your Longevity hence.

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Delirious, this Satin and Paper Cot
Should these Agents once Past permit your Chore
Even to attempt a Link on your Lot
Was but a Mistake from your Fortune's lore
Though Un-Respond, such your Sun-Chariot spells
As Saturated Stars are wont to do
Those Gods from Olympus shake Mortal's Bells
Then encase their Voices enlisting You
From most Causes be yours in-Demand,
Primmed or Pronged Endorsements as they become
Only your Decide allow this Remand
Well your Talents sustain; But Visage done.
Which by Essentials would it Matter, O Prince
Though Wax steers your Morals be ever since.

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When Shrivelling Hands be too Far to Beg,
Those very Guardians point to Gauge your Fame
Stars as Frozen Mentors rely on Peg
That once Removed will never be the Same
Yet by Faith both Sires press your Engage
Merely your Gifts that for Greatness promote
Not by Profits; But the Lord's Hand arrange
Admit Recreation your Time devote
Though not all, bid some Temptation advise
On his Solicitor we Understand
Whose Faces will Sell; Or Rumours incite
To plomb most Well-Wishes on their Demand.
Be this Fourth Commandment: Well we take Heed
Such Wind we Ride on a Dangerous Steed.

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Dearly Black Annis your Mercy please Spare
So shibble me Eyes by your Flesh glow Blue
A Bairn like me lack much Coat on your Wear
Barely enough to Warm your Shingles few
For as the Cave our peeping fancies fly
Risk your Favours through else spawn our regret
Plunder with your Nails; Then blow-out or Sigh
For reasons our Valiance misinterpret
If the Light room harness for Virtue's floor
To seep out your Forever Doomed Assign
A Task at hand cringe Concepts at the moor
T'was Songs for Shells allow me to Resign.
For Children still plead and Pledge to Behave
Else the Cornerdoor's **** rapes even the Brave.

Now for Iberia the Goat trips the Swan
To expound his Potentials his Win compete
His Wing - now Healed - placed Earnings on his Fawn
And ensure his Feet leave Imprints complete
Though needed it be keep Sweets in his Box
To open once his Strategy proclaim
That by Politic break Legs with the Fox
And sap one's Owl of its Senses declaim
Sport or Savoury either Ties relay -
May your Holiday Cheers by Random bless
Sustain Tomorrow; Else promote Today
The Road to the Gold your Instincts progress.
Should Hands for Wine toast; Cheer for Moment's come
Will my Handles flip; Transmute Wine into Rhum.

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You keep the Ashes; I hold the Portrait
Then among his Stamps split well with you Three
To which the Cosmos blend Time with our Fate
Then ply Heresy permit to be Free
So these Carnations still Weep for his Loss
Thinking the Earth-Blanket deceived them since
When Heart by Gold's Plated Purpose because
Greet his Sterling Silver upon his Prince
Which must be Enough before I's do swell
And Wickedly Gross such Sanction become
May for your Penance do Forgive and Tell
Abhor the Many; Then take Notes by Some.
Conscience your Brow. Else its own Mouth speaks Lies
To Honour the Dad; By Blood's Trip despise.

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I want to throw my phone at the bottom of an ocean
Corrupting salt for corrupting tears that stale my words
And choke my heart [without ever having appeared]

I would that it met the depths and reached the bottom
Cos I am still trying to get to the bottom of this
When pulled at the roots, the root reappears
Harder to pull as we further in years [please wise us to the sun]

I am in love with an idea, today with your ear
All mine to whisper in, to bite and tell you two tales of love
To contain my passion to show the love within my heart
If not poured out will drown itself amass

And inconsistency will be my epitaph.

This is my fear.

One wonders why in this Lonely Heart's Wake
Walks one Sore Moment by his Thoughts relieve
And that one Sip their Tea's Fusion did make
Forge this Growing Beverage many will believe
Such by this Night - the Moon flaunts at the Rain
Then change all Emotion by that same Sip
Families smile; Youth jumps their Play's insane
Anxious for another Cool-Flavoured Dip
So Pearls and Jellies do induce the Spice
Which could sum this Key Recipe unique
I'd come for more; If their Smiles suffice
And place Mint Experience upon their Peak.
Plomb your Employees; Earned their Best Salute
Service so Simple; Yet so Resolute.

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