impure thoughts contained...
Leaves thy thoughts dwell, well constrained.
Hasten thy choices of the morrow...
Lest be all so sullen and filled with sorrow.
Vast filled days followed by rage...
Imparts all hallowed, of thee, age.
Memorie's recollections adhered to heart...
Begin days of hurt and end days of start.

Michael Gale

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