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For the Longings of the Bard’s Vessel’s Vein
Ghostly thoughts formed from the heart tricking the mind to act on its request.
With filial piety the mind must acquiesce.
The mind does rule the heart to beat,
By the proclivity for the mind to obsess for the longings of the bard’s vessel’s vein,
Seduced by its mistress, the heart does reign.
Oh, the heart, she is a sly coquet.
Flirt as she will, there cannot be a lawful marriag...
Monday 11th December 2017 3:31 pm
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