In the Wold of Cots<\/p>\n
where forget me knots<\/p>\n
and Belles of \u00a0blistering blue<\/p>\n
hang fire alone<\/p>\n
where they were grown<\/p>\n
in the root stocks<\/p>\n
there \u00a0is glue<\/p>\n
those cups of course are toxic<\/p>\n
but \u00a0with spital they \u00a0become<\/p>\n
the Dandelions Roar<\/p>\n
the Plantains score<\/p>\n
though too much<\/p>\n
can make one numb<\/p>\n
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in the Wold of Cots<\/p>\n
pagan bots<\/p>\n
Now \u00a0be<\/p>\n
the new age old age<\/p>\n
staff carrying portals<\/p>\n
behoven to<\/p>\n
those who see<\/p>\n
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and know what to do<\/p>\n
And do what they know<\/p>\n
the ritualists robed and calm<\/p>\n
the man in red<\/p>\n
whose badges yield<\/p>\n
a certain magical \u00a0sphere<\/p>\n
with his suckle of honey<\/p>\n
Set firm never runny<\/p>\n
its the honey bee<\/p>\n
To revere<\/p>\n
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the sweetness throws<\/p>\n
the syrupy nose<\/p>\n
nectar rich and sweet<\/p>\n
pollen gatherer<\/p>\n
in the dry<\/p>\n
with soft socks on your feet.<\/p>\n
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A stinging glimpse of freedom<\/p>\n
the Wold to truly see<\/p>\n
all sorts of \u00a0wonderful witches<\/p>\n
Out there in front of me<\/p>\n
but only one is cherished<\/p>\n
a lady \u00a0wrapped in gold<\/p>\n
a goddess from the golden hearth<\/p>\n
Who liveth in our Wold.<\/p>\n
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In the Wold of Cots where forget me knots and Belles of \u00a0blistering blue hang fire alone where they were grown in the root stocks there \u00a0is glue those cups of course are toxic but \u00a0with spital they \u00a0become the … Continue reading