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The Sagas

It was time in Twillinforth There were shods of equiriym Mass deltas of the other Bays Fourteen inches of sand to bequeath Glorious turtles were befound by Capture Bay We saw odes to the North Shore And peppered ground In serious romance of our target course What country would be beating But the defamation wind There were sorts of houses for collect Wide open sideways to a lunar year And what cattle brought but contempt Erasmus, for swordplenty, And we fought some in Randy Bay To bespect the local pods And we had lantern day and night This was the Sussex kill And we fought when it gets hot The respect of iron rain And a handmaiden to bequeath Rolling in stone for superb and succinct towns to engender Heights of merry fonder to hold And I was the captain Forebears to rote on Canada Island Who supped with our shawled ones It was suggestive of folk to discover the anthems Of the otherbays and collected customs And we turned askance for love Bribing the wintersworth And at last made amends Leaving some, As gentry would And urging time to forward our get-ups Raking round when our soils knew of McAdam, A place of common spirit and gesture And a good hold, on the way A prowl to our echo Thoughts of coldwear and bed gentle What iron sought in his farrow Hit in darkness, Lected spurs for attack But mine wasn’t time But I was in verse And none found out Dirigeon the substitute And wanting watersheds and announcement and dogwood The spectacular way of account Is nothing without peril And a promised people, we did met.