Shall Poem by Eurecha Shambylla

Count and never valley win;
Play the start of almost kin
Seem and fuel duly bring,
Sought and clung to only wing
Ding and soul to sang and plus:
Brought to pend the schemy does

Hind and dull and finess ground;
Such a look on trimmy hand
Seek out to a tum and beak,
Tank and cause would fine a weak
Drine and waste the fulky phrase:
Wam and blaze on ruly place

Heights and wilts were further gling;
Concepts of an in-demand
Bunts and slice were grawly hence,
Adjust and peel to slowly grace
Polls and seals were huntly tants:
Hold me to discern the wants.