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my hope
the cold of the tumultuous tempest
dazzling hearts of old inconstancy
lovely and terse with supreme verse
falling into turpitude unrehearsed
as the day rests under the sunburst
in the beginning there was
and always to an end has been
furtherance of the moment
to defray the trepidation of a whim
here they come --
splashing with the wiliness of sin
you are full of sweet fervor, replete
sweet endeavor fraught with fray
do not give up, for you are my inspiration -- my hope, and my all
...for every day
