O Willard!
Hearken my voice, for I’m in need of thy helping hand.
Your story is much, and I am such…
The sinner, that is.
Please take unto thee my shortcomings and grant me Fingers of Fortune.
Bless my heart with the passion to move toward the right direction.
Your mind pervades us all.
These things I say in the name of Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!
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2 Comments
So now you too are writing poetry. I thought only our father knew how to do that.
Like how I used passion? This is not poetry, this is a sacred supplication to the one and only Willard.
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