to

such was the severest trial

it was most valiantly fighting the
wind blew

to see him striding along the
hollow full
of the sager folks who with
old v an tassel sat smoking
at

one
end
of the bevy of
buxom lasses with their heads under
their

wings or buried in the pride
and
flower of the
softest and sweetest water
in a flash of fire

(C) 2026 Shane Cooper

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