Now on this wintry July,
Azoth doffed his Mercury rimmed hat,
despite copious icicles and barnacles abound
he sought those down and outs
read various sizes of shell embossed Bibles,
and realised they were partaking their past sins,
the World a navigable circumference
much ado like a carousel.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
Now on this wintry July,
Azoth doffed his Mercury rimmed hat,
despite copious icicles and barnacles abound
he sought those down and outs
read various sizes of shell embossed Bibles,
and realised they were partaking their past sins,
the World a navigable circumference
much ado like a carousel.
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