Still; soundless. Thus heart-composed.
Its old world creed breathed in.
Parloured, for quilt's lone stitching.
Porched, lone pipe-rocked gazer.
More fit, this day, to name it
Leisure, as Time demands
On group work ethic, expands.
Harder runs; rides harder.
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