A fleet of the stars,
Come into mind
Will it ring
Would it remind;
A ponder was to,
Simply imply
Fish and dots
Decept array;
Be yours to play,
Invite the base
Aside from those
A sully waste;
A told must be,
The duly tray
Began to see
Defend the may;
But black and soft,
Unruly ride
Betook the look
And subtle pride;
Bust ill and dull,
Those fury quite
A jack of till
The friend would like.
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