Wandering with the lines of pages,
Meandering with the mines of sages were my norms.
Rainbow colored masks,
Vain glow favored tasks were my forms.
Quill's companion in adage,
Thrill's minion in rummage were my dorms at grace.
With the Twilight's shimmering embrace of thine face,
Thyself flown with pink thoughts of sire,
Thyself blown with wink droughts of dire, finally rests for soul's solace.
Thine touch of paper mired like a crouch of pamper.
Thine care of paper admired like a fanfare of hamper.
Lord's day ceased on adorning sire's page with words of Love vow.
Lord's day succeeded on adjourning sire's rage with hordes of Love bow.
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