Through life picture every tree
Where thought parted the Earth sea
I saw you sleeping there
High spell infinity.
Build knowing good might live
Guided change each should give
Plant a thousand words found before
Not many could use more.
So grew own planted three
Other hands will cut me
Tell your nine of such day
Cross her low, yellow time away.
Teach night's water-sound
Old-world country, study
Take last little found
-C.S.Timblin Stewart 2008 (ZillaJezebel)
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