A forty thorny fence
An effort of defence
By the thorny thorns
Of the thrown thrones
On my deadly head
By the dread wicked
Bid them good bye
Brought me good sigh
Joe, Even defence an offence When conscience a confluence... Do reticence gain prominence When indulgence in opulence? Why quintessence of silence When preference gains salience? My thetic condolence to your thorny fence!!!
Joe,
ReplyDeleteEven defence an offence
When conscience a confluence...
Do reticence gain prominence
When indulgence in opulence?
Why quintessence of silence
When preference gains salience?
My thetic condolence to your thorny fence!!!
Ha Ha. Not so Zephyr it is...
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