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A prayer for Autumn ground

Three senses of an island to our cove
That solemn grain ahead
In honest appeal to fuel and spark
Why with head to the sky

It was time and not foe
I washed my feet as were day
The Nothing Fortress kept degree
In appearing a scroll to bequeath

Forty stops and from the quay
So much sorry for lye and iron
I took my duty forth with a jam
To possessed one pinch with an arrow

Lost to only meander
I put flag in full hand
Wiped my solemn step to our leaf
But prayed for improvements in moreso

Wet and conditioning me so
I was lucky to be a boy
For girls in their part were not for abuse
But by September’s given rain

Wirelines to my wireless
And men began to vomit
Awful news before the refuge
There were fields and magnets-
And scorches of remedy
And twilights we are for the day

Season, I cried for more and for less
As a brave drift into the parting
Ten as we go, and hold of ship
Was twilight, was remedy, was home