& birthday after take a stroll.

museum uncratered

once famous Goal.

& spit at murderers beneath our feet.

& wiz at pirates who make us meat.

& Kiss the Blarney,

right stone cold.

Where fell on knife

and ate swans gold.

Swelled beneath euphony,

wisteria like.

A garble of marble.

The mystery of mould.

Leda’s sworn turn turtle.

Sweet wanhope & woe. 

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