Disinterested Legacies

 In the wily wholesome hours of
 a cumber-sunny day, a neutral spark of being
 went and caught the tip at bay
 For unsundered horses felt aloft in myriad -- forlorn!
 then promulgating auspices can, on checkered rabid
 hips, oh yes a dangerous gang o' hospices
 are knocking about for more.
 

Erick Neiss

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