If Thou Art that Tree
Giving shelter to me,
We, son and dad,
By River of poesy
And our awesome life,
Prithee,
Come to me,
Put thy hand on my shoulder just,
As we
Are so full of Bliss,
By Thy shade
Keeping us as we,
Doing nothing,
Yet stung
By Bee,
So painless,
Fully enbalmed,
Sitting as we
By river
Of our
So awesome life.
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