Eek yore.
As you engross the poems
Above with your nurturing ardor,
I select three creative homes:
First, I dream of pleading with bliss.
Second, I treat you as you wish.
Third, You live and love.
Marada, monna, manna, money, marauder.
Delection, Direction.
Im poem poem poet.
Cloven sleeves give entrances pleasing fame.
You remember surely.
I think you like hooking. I like beacons.
You understand with love. I love that.
You keep seeing JKH; I love that.
Teach.
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