I in joy awe
a whim bird lay poise
due to rich
cornered as lovely rays
smile on me
a dole engulf the channels
I turn around
in love with my wife
nor does it spake
through a radiate churn
about a high
thrown in trout
salmon slinking esteem
my dearly reinforced
team that makes me
smile the more brightly
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