Poetic-Verses
Style: FOREIGN POETRY/ Comb hair Shakespearian Titles: Friend Maker Clubby Monoxides Declubiness Stubbornness of a Monoxide Solo man Walktotirisis: Clanging a Bell as he goes With Wiper Sickness.
To: The King Most Holy.
Long, long ago in certain lanes,
I sang this song to many friends:
So many ways! So many ways!
My eyes shall choose the path I trace.
No, not my dear, the way is crook'd
And hilly, lined with several crooks.
Please, get a friend that will defend;
A costly friend that knows no end.
So, get a friend that will defend;
A costly pearl that knows no end.
I shout on dear, “A Good Old Friend
That knows the way that never ends.”
I beacon high; seek streets where light
Abound all nights, and never fright.
And not my friend, the silly hours
That charm the head from third-rate fiends.
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Style: FOREIGN POETRY/ Comb hair Shakespearian Titles: Friend Maker Clubby Monoxides Declubiness Stubbornness of a Monoxide Solo man Walktotirisis: Clanging a Bell as he goes With Wiper Sickness.
Style: FOREIGN POETRY/ Comb hair Shakespearian Titles: Friend Maker Clubby Monoxides Declubiness Stubbornness of a Monoxide Solo man Walktotirisis: Clanging a Bell as he goes With Wiper Sickness.