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May Bucket!

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And through ebb's of time
so sad almost it has to be so May

Ray a comb fiber be
two thousand seventeen
to lost a shadow

Odd the ash the spew remainders
scratch upon a solemn wall...depth

Pausing mankind for what it be
to go where only true Kings

Passing moments of heavens clock
easy by night the mark be

Once done the setting sun
the other world high fit
key churning

So only would sail trimmed future
adorned blessed bones arisen

By heart most mountains fallen
basic with upright arms backing

May the bucket for they to yearn
while blessed know wood burn

By Michael Pinger “Yaw!” 5/4/17

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