Toast on coasts where oats
Fly coy joy for boys who deploy
Days bereft of cream coats
Worn by a torn toy
Whose motor and rotor
Collided when their Peruvian pride
Evaporated as their perforated proctor
Went for a ribald ride
That brought much sought after respite
When dowdy clouds eclipsed glee
In circumstances that advanced silent spright
That prevented events in which a free degree
Couldn't release zeal and zest
So much in muzzled in remand restriction, so much in democratic demand
In a sea where the test for the best quest
For endurance and perseverance handed Henry a heyday hand.
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