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Letting wings Tell the story... Marvel at a sunshine's keep When the bravery of simple and worldly... Suppose a charity of kind Vainer though kept, to these we mind A house of resolve, a yearning time To remind even the littlest hopes to find Gages of wan, wonder in the eye? Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie Of conscience to have, the least's we fare Cope, sincerity, and honor To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose Without a voice to fly A hap and demand of sustained go Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold... A broken promise? A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better
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Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC
Lost Prides, Sometimes Understate Privilege
Letting wings Tell the story... Marvel at a sunshine's keep When the bravery of simple and worldly... Suppose a charity of kind Vainer though kept, to these we mind A house of resolve, a yearning time To remind even the littlest hopes to find Gages of wan, wonder in the eye? Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie Of conscience to have, the least's we fare Cope, sincerity, and honor To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose Without a voice to fly A hap and demand of sustained go Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold... A broken promise? A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better
A bird in hand, and two in the bush. Or is that three to meet, I can never render? Altruism's pie from a hopeless romantic...
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56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC
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