Sympathy. Shall we Stir another Brew
Thus Threading your Trend to keep it Alive?
Like Bees by Honey-cot's Flavour renew
Even when our Bones dance their Way arrive
Would you Resist if your Foreign Limbs sow
As Easy would Open Songs cause Cool Relief;
To Play the Battered Piper bend his Bow
Thereby Strangle Pure-bred Urchins in Belief
As this Nineteen's Excuse sorrowed with Age
One would Expect much for an Addled Mind
Yet Timescale's Reform soon Promote the Sage
Where the Prince blessed his Pauper from Behind.
All the Best still; Brew my Folded Support
Which I Assume does Erase my Report.
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