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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.