Seeing how Far your Living Flames extend
That Pride whence Crypted withdrawn to his Face
Seeing as much as Honoured Lords depend
Managed your Fuel promote the Dame's Grace
As to how Huguenots financed their Forms
If Truth as Blank still one's Fortunate Ride
When by Canteloupe smoothen-out their Norms
Since begging to Earn your Long-Debated Tide
That one's Heir knows Vasectomy thereof
As your Balance caused the Humble Board bend
Flying in-face your Numb Taxes aloft
Where Cheers from Snake's Past consume and append.
Whence his Pounding Hands burn Flesh in approve
Shapes contour his Grin as always for Love.
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