It is this immanent and paramount
Vice principal in black hearth and
Extending beyond, this mighty
Application of near madness on
Adams land, a robust canker worm
Robustified with time and eternally
Dreadful to the upright who with
A sudden upsurge will murder it
One day, a day hidden in the skies.
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PoetryToday, we ought to wear our gauntlets, Put on our amour and canvass grits, Forward! Though our sword are skillets, We win even though we lost by bits.
