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The Flower-Artist-King, hail you Sweet Divine!
A Shining Sample of Twin Blessings both
Cast on! Draw on! The Magic on this Pine
Surpass the Light's Creation from the North
Did by chance a Mum called Talent gave birth
And merged the Renaissance by accident?
If so, cast the Fates to string your Spring's Mirth
And weave these White Pages by incident
Listen, dear Art! And adopt a New Name
To which those in Potent Pens inspire
All you equalled be Great; Since Greatness came
To carry the Human in us transpire.
Fortune signs your Pen; And the Stars reply
On your Deserve; Such Branded Name does fly.

If the White-Washed Tomb our Saviour condemns
Would soil my Beatitudes for your Pleasure
A True Friend I'd Fail. Though your Sense indemns,
Spread by some Hippies who plead my Censure
Fine. Be it so for the Loony I am
Though to Toxic Increments you may succumb
Which, praying deeply, prevent this love enhance
Then flow to where your Best Graces become
There are Fishes, after all, for you to feast
Since your Face hooked as Bait will consider
Which an Episode be careless at least
And leave your Bones nipping one another.
Honestly so, these Words I do evade
Which porns my Intent; And brands me a *****.

How can I withdraw if I already knew
Yet still your Partying Masquerade protect
Else file this Conspiracy. Though if true
Half the Pie sweet yet my Slice introspect
There is no need for your own Lock-and-File
Especially when it comes to your Honour
That, if Humbled, may these Heads reconcile
And gain access to your Bluebird's Favour
Which even Windsor, a Prince that he is
Taught by the Crown to consider the Queue
Of his Level, absorb your Head in this -
A Basic Lesson we all must review.
Yes, I'll comply. For the Empire's sake
To keep the Boys cooked; And Girls at your bake.

Haply Possessed, bid that Barker to be
To kneel, First Great Angel, on your Concern
That this ***** Remark puts his place in me
Though eminent are his Vices to burn
I only meant well. Yet if you refuse
And take Perception an Offender's Tongue
I will Understand. A Friend's own Review
Pores deeply into my own Healing's stung
Bid you well. That your Patient Silence take
Knowing which Words must limit by Degree
A Gentleman I should; Knead the Flour bake
For Wood-Scented Bread I eat, if you please.
He has a Good Shape, the Nosed Model still
For your Just Sake, my Embers I distill.

With both the Roman and Arabic type
Script brilliant Words and Laurels with a Pen
Peg both Venus and Adonis combine
Breed Swan-Filled Flexes most Dames recommend
Now who came first in our Line's tangent start
For one to Give and the other Receive
But that Line - severed - most on Former's part
Soiled the Latter's Letter on his percieve
With even the Girls, numerous they spawn
Their Silver Trays kicked for each Respect served
Pre-Consider, take Darkness from the Dawn
Would somehow bend the Glass straight from the curved.
This Scribe is tired. Even with Sentinels
Voice the Fair Things. Even by decibels.

Enduring Heart, bid his Cornerstone's Love
Whose Sole Decanter seeps too much Aplomb:
That Doctors and Reasons free that Ripe Dove;
That Prayers and Poems ache Answers a-new;
That Best Decrees part ways for Millions served;
That Kindred Strings knot Corsettes for his adjust;
That (Folly-Wheels) back-tate for Stones conserved;
That Mum's Potions drink to refresh his Bust;
That Selfish Managers wound his Tunes break;
That Prime Economy funds his Flesh request;
That Primmed Choices spell Finesse in his Make;
That Pampered Soldiers spear those Bugs to rest.
Reasoning Mind, bid his Thunderstone's Tame
Whose Blunt Recorder struck Ashes again.