He merely wanted to Ferment his Success
Such as any Dad his Sacred Duty fill
Though my Research be best Certified less
At least such Method of Swollen Faith instill
Yet Foreign my Tastes to their Lives connect
From these Holograms I could not Explain
Broke this Lion's Skin of Angles reflect
Showing the Kitten most Brave Men refrain
And that be Enough my Eyes could Relate
And Swallow the Fortunes his Model shows
How once in his Life brewed his Son's Best State
A Promise for which his Branded Name grows.
Share enough to Share; His Editor a Ghost
Points his Memory ply which Mattered the most.
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