Oh where to turn this fragile bow? A star, shines bright upon our vow. Alive, in grace but timeworn goals. Invoke the nameless call unto our hungry souls. So cross the bound’ry gallant fool. Our temp’rate realm quaff righteous fuel. Go draw the line in frozen flame. In humble battle sure contest the soil profane. … Continue reading Tack
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