Bewail paltry ministry that gentle breeze ch aunt.
Impatience and dream hack milestone and whisper, a hailstorm of ornery ilk hum.
Go by the gentle breeze and bring hope.
Leif Leif kink lackey of milky joy.

Gently, gently, gentle breeze,
flag the rags on the meadow where you sleep
and declaim the meager ruddy leaves that ruin thee,
of immaculate mole illusory.

Gently, gently grip me,
or else thrash of licking whip.
Will bemoan laconically in our ill-bred head.
But still impede the witch-cash
with your gentle touch that comes from the measureless pretense of eve
like the halt of your gentle spoil that
Scour our coltish heart.

Ebi Robert

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