Poem By Phelps Frederic Pond, Jr.

Annishell annishell
Annishell leave
Leaving your armor your tresses your grief
Grief for the farmer a dollarless seed
Leasing and borrow an acre to feed

Annishell annishell
Annishell leave
Leaf to a farmer the falling to heed
Grief for the farmer an acre to feed
Leach on your armor I trespass your seed

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this is cool. It really strikes me; it's one of those things I'll have to come back to sometime.

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