Foot prints of time eroded embarked...
Ideas just like mine-had I sparked.
Sun drenched deep, into my sign...
Very Libra-lating, as of thine.
How might I to one day to count on ye? ...
Remove all doubt as best, yet see.
Involvements of this, circled space...
Resol -ved, of this inane race.
Hap-ply-No more embarrassing-disgrace.
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