The like of time scape
Of yore hats and speed obituary
3 maidens of latter space
will bell the maiden cat
All in all 9 galore.
Queen Brittle sheen no more
One down some to go
Hidden graves
Mossy grass
Tell us true where u lay.
Screen what you showed
Seems a faint of glow
And my dark dream a lie
And the princess glow
Again.
Then if not the
Bee beware
Then next is the honey comb
Of bees
Sweet bliss for ever.
as if poetry is all lie
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