10-08-2014, 03:06 PM
I promulgated wisdom to the trees,
besought the pines to form a gaudy pun,
and boiled hot with flame that turned to steam.
I plucked a nettle from my mind
and caused an ebbing that would never fade.
It became a daily thing to cry O, O,
in vacant sighs or passive gests.
And soon, I ran in circles Shaded by
the umbrage of my beck and call.
besought the pines to form a gaudy pun,
and boiled hot with flame that turned to steam.
I plucked a nettle from my mind
and caused an ebbing that would never fade.
It became a daily thing to cry O, O,
in vacant sighs or passive gests.
And soon, I ran in circles Shaded by
the umbrage of my beck and call.

