A Poy-em For Thebby
BEHOLD:
My heart is fond of things so free
It floats to them as does the bee
But somehow I feel wanting
My heart seeks more than just the sea
What is it... keeps me haunting
What keeps my task so daunting
I must raise my thoughts up high
There I will go jaunting
Way up in the sky
The meridian marker makes me sigh
For I look above
And I do see with my own eye
The painting of my love
The sainting due the dove
For I view the celetsial nebula
And my heart fills with Thebula
And no one knows by where I go
And no one knows by where I go
by Mortimer Dexter Foxworthy
I bow
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