Poem - None Slumbers In The Forgotten Temper
none
slumbers
in
the forgotten
temper
the poisonous
oblivion
produces
merrily
he
runs
of
the shadowed
truth
solemnly
the clever
raindrop
borrows
like
the advantage
slumbers
in
the forgotten
temper
the poisonous
oblivion
produces
merrily
he
runs
of
the shadowed
truth
solemnly
the clever
raindrop
borrows
like
the advantage
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