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COUNT HIS WAGE
“Value added Love”: of so many hills-touring before a well.
To: the Mightiest King.
His toasts are many
Who wags his head
And robs his belly
And spurns a knock
And gets a hobby
Count his wages
Whose lucks are many,
And tries to gather
Rotten infamy
The world in pieces,
The field of any.
Who hurts his soul
Like “Wants-the-many”!
Whose club is all
He flings at any
And bows in hurts
While it is paining
Please, buy your way –
It costs no penny:
We should depend
On such a money
Which is valuable
Than a penny
COMPOSE THIS MUSE!
Compose this muse, a happy boundary,
Sodom and Ruush; rotten family
Are no more so to God's glory.
A swallowing tide, a wholesome army
Did kick them out of rotten practice
Collapse the moon upon the happy
Quantize the size of these broad smiling
Speak to some man to hold his habit
Construct a road to heaven's boundary
Fulfill my joy, a core well fangling
Surprise my life, my thoughts but coming
Even the Wine and flaming sandals.
Authorities of hell can never;
Might have before, but now can never
But enter this God-made universe.
To: the Mightiest King.
His toasts are many
Who wags his head
And robs his belly
And spurns a knock
And gets a hobby
Count his wages
Whose lucks are many,
And tries to gather
Rotten infamy
The world in pieces,
The field of any.
Who hurts his soul
Like “Wants-the-many”!
Whose club is all
He flings at any
And bows in hurts
While it is paining
Please, buy your way –
It costs no penny:
We should depend
On such a money
Which is valuable
Than a penny
COMPOSE THIS MUSE!
Compose this muse, a happy boundary,
Sodom and Ruush; rotten family
Are no more so to God's glory.
A swallowing tide, a wholesome army
Did kick them out of rotten practice
Collapse the moon upon the happy
Quantize the size of these broad smiling
Speak to some man to hold his habit
Construct a road to heaven's boundary
Fulfill my joy, a core well fangling
Surprise my life, my thoughts but coming
Even the Wine and flaming sandals.
Authorities of hell can never;
Might have before, but now can never
But enter this God-made universe.
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COUNT HIS WAGE
COUNT HIS WAGE
