Thursday, 14 April 2016

The Grand Old

Day Fourteen





Hallo my sweet Roseberry Topping;

Permit me to gain elevation.

Then on my attaining your summit,

Admit me no fair means of stopping;

Award a descending rotation.

I possess not a wish to refrain so

Permit me to willingly plummet;

Accord me the end of a rainbow.



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