fifteen of twelve, love and light.

Love and light,

Is’n it bright.

we burn, we hide,

we yern inside.


Growing old is not for all,

those that grow.

grow old inside.


Inheriting all that bent, and true,

With every example that throw us too.

The words that jester,

the word that praise,


These words contained,

lay deep inside.


I’d love to contain,

I’d love to earn.

I’d love to help,

those four letter words.


Place an ess,

Plicate the est,

may be beg,

for a little rest.


I’d love to help,

I’d love to jest.

I’d love to be,

my very best.



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