Precious MeddlesA Poem by CrispyThis is the last of a past that I cast In the impure, and dusty-born ores That shone once in mountains I climbed in a vast Sprawling valley that called me to bore And oh but the tools And knick-knacky knockers And jewel-set garlands I fashioned Born from the shores of aglorian moors Torn from the pages of passion But tears ever salted And cracks ever faulted And soon in my trusty old vault Lay tools for fools And knockers for talkers Crusted and rusty and dulled And this is the last of a past that I cast And amassed in a dastardly fashion Good as it was Torn out because It's time for a new page of passion
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