Gone for good, modest generator, lighter of the human dawn. We are snickers of the lost ark. Memory of war, dementic but steely, finds our fireplace. My son Absalom stood against his father. He stole my roses of harem. Shouldn't trust relative guardians, and there's no eunuchs in the army of Israel. In my younger days, I had different friends, but I have never climbed Brokeback mountains. I did share some tears with them, my wife was too White to be faithful. Now Abe have pushed Moses over the edge, promised land is always new desert. ABSALOM! Come home into these caves and find your crown. Let's play "Felix the cat, chasing Feenix the bird".....
King David verses
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