We shut in the alien gate,
Alternate upon stumbled fate,
Stinging swinging wrangling clingling
Harsh Hoarse, our voice gallops the horse
Ergo the begotten war is serene.

Nectars shrugged with joy;
Upon the stings deployed;
Hurray! Hurrah!! The way!!!
Aftermath comes the love guise;

Brownish Brownies gather Pennies;
Sweating down the brim;
Wings unseen, sticky as glue;
Recycled pedals clued cycles;

Away we March to merrily songs,
The weary hearts, oh! Verily Strong...


*dedicated to: Aleladia Serene Enoghayin*

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