This hash is a slash of print,
The signification lashes and crashes
Penning in the meaning of a pen.
Ageless meanderings writhe and work
At the pen’s writing, this pen is constant
And invariable like the offers of a great age.
It requires a rigmarole and proceeds
On conjectural thoughts and ideas
That think like magic, the gloss of treason.
Innocuous blessings worm their way forward
In evil and blameworthy wont,
The wedlock increases
And stupidity enters the heart.
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