Must I, to be sure my son is being properly taught and fed
Make him a ward of Thy, Too Just, Lord of the Dead?
That he scrape his knee... Upside-down tree!
Adam, thy apple, blight but me.
Envoi-
Prince! By Drishti-Shrishti, Perception is the Moon, Creation kraters as Mirror
Like a madwoman made mother by what she just drowned in the river.
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