It’s May the 12th, 2022 and you graced this world 212 years ago.
A gorgeous night it must have been, and quite liberally serene,
Whence through these lands the daily toils would cease
While supper and vespers mingle with children’s whispers
Perhaps unmoved by lofty aspirations bring before God
Unfettered by reservations, their heartfelt adoration.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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