Tackle Poem by Raymond Pampa

Tackle

Unlap and behold tunes of men
Seen prompts and some vague twen,
Place all the new brethren
None of the walls swipened

Play longs of devotion
Heroes were the sanction,
Mend force and incent noon
Root foist and remembrance

Tacks, lunch and designs;
Rule thonges and revise
Meant when and aloofness;
Such deem to bigh days

Fint slows and crescent;
Shine hangs on protestant
Lost whelms and attend
Flight dwells to respond

Roads to impel prize
Towns, loans and heights,
Shine fangs and arise
Must pend and undwines.

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