Nooks and crannies we tossed and turned
divergent opinions for multifaceted purpose
hither, thither, afore, before the search for thee
some found thee, others didn't but to thee run all
for we all have a story to tell of the little feel of thee
Those who found thee live life Arcadian
for you can but clean our heart, our Augean stable
a little taste of thy attic salt
could make a scarecrow man feel o apollos
a little feel f thee yet do i plead
some found thee in the still creamy river flow
others in the rumbles of oceanic war
some in the morning's golden sunny rays
few in God's love letter to his beloved [bible]
but i seek to find mine in thine eyes
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