NoTo three

To you holding grudges 

To you who listnes and hears

Keep the boat dear

While the lubelom separates from its fear

Two

 A dragon and his basil

Won’t reach the beach in tears

Crying for more strings of damnation 

To their ears

If tresaure is found under and over

Why fix a sword or a sharp tounge

To sling or do make overs

No more sweet hissing

No tresaures from the clarity missing

You both will walk this line 

Up and about

Crossed and even stuck to doubts

With me

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