Thursday, September 8, 2011

Valry Planed A Mural Fauld

Valry planed a mural fauld,
Its piece as world as sphere,
Yet impromptu this Valry veined,
The fauld scattered anear.

It abated her than all more most,
It had amongst the pall,
It served the nothing blank and wrong,
For wrong a fauld per all.

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