Whence now can we, to fathom some extent
enough from which an idol god bestows;
hath conquered human frailties, the descent,
helps faithless with some whispering I suppose,
suffice to say, to endless heavens vent
exceptions have extended life's compose.
The simplest version of the Lords surprise,
eavesdrops upon the world in this beyond
so we as verdant listeners advise,
our closest neighbours urging them, respond!
remember who shall yearn, delivers lies,
resurgance should adorn a magic wand.
Not taking it for granted, should one feel
to urge them man-man mountains, the ideal.
A Harrisham Sonnet
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Silver trophy winner
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