Poetic-Verses
FRUIT OF THE GYNAMOT
Fruit of the Gynamot
Of ancient expression
To truth announced to time
Why worth it if it dies
And dies! And dies! And dies!
And dies to live no more
Oh swollen thought of Norm
I am a son of one
Tall, bright and blisky one
That triumphs over all
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FRUIT OF THE GYNAMOT
FRUIT OF THE GYNAMOT
