Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
Home anon as swallowed in my side. Where
some gone laid and the greenest in earth.
I made 'round intil the birth-breed boundaries
o' my earlier. I took back to 'Pi En Es' where
my nursery named. So as calculating from the
beginning intil an effulgent means. Hardly
could I wake from the lone trail much in
years, that took me and sized slate tenderly
intil learning; but old an eye succoured. I stood
in a laconic laughter in my dumb shows albeit
commited of a storm in a teacup. Visited also
grasses only now unfamiliar. Their successors
might have sensible. Oh! Softer a Zephyr
kissing intil the uppermost old growth leaves
and fonds. They seemed dancing intil my
welcome. They might wittingly of my presence.
Thus made I intil all corners of the build.
Whence the learning is not. Kissed and
visited intil every as if Helen Keller's loose my
vision in the later third day. Our swings,
Earth-swallowed of a time out of mind in
natural weeds upon a reddish-yellowish brown
flaking coat. Over all could I e'en bid good
morrow intil the land of my earliest. I
stood recalling my old learning days and
fellows. Our rhymes and dances-along that
mortised we intil the lessons. I sought not
lachrymal but seem in sorrowing alike. But
this is not grief, 'tis a course of anniversary.
Thus left I from returning yearly. Responding
the dances of the grasses that recognised
the smell of their old boy. They were all
sensible but not clear. I took away; that
could be my greatest look, back, to sorrow
at my birth-bowel, rejoicing. Oh! They did
alike at my birth and yet it hung together.
Could not I have responded across, thought
I to gladden intil my nature, sorrowed. Oh!
I marked it question-provoking to reason in
cold. On away, passed the tenderly told
maternity manger intil mine. Oh! Waking
from a genesis, I saw a new man upon the
gauntlet of life, wrapped from an unfamiliar
temperature. Thereupon my wanderlust made
intil the roof of the first school I left. This
atmosphere is a little grown and exposed that
I could not feel missed a learning ground.
Hence this lecture-place exposed wide-flung intil
eager eager. Oh! Cannot I 'ware of my old-world'
weathers. They were went waxing. Oh! All
wrought intil my visage that I had no case to
wear. Thus could I not have grown in one along
or grow at intervals. Oh! Should I put on knees
for my prodigal son alike manner. But back I
am to pay my last bow. Who knows divining
e'en. I made straight once more to catch fleet
my memories many moons ago. Descried all them
and left. Intil my highmost learning ground I
made, completing a stroll of my life's visit.
Oh! This be a wild Zoo. Why should growing
such pacing not usual. This be a groundful of
my end-lecture. This be where my pen rested
and my trys, made birth intil the real Earth.
Yet I looked back at them all albeit watched
my earliest more innocent and widening intil
the highest learning. The primary learning
wide-flew and the high school far-flung.
They nursed intil my whomever hence, thus,
no mother is ugly hence every pulchritude is
upon a discourse. Thus knowledging upon how
widening and preserving could nature. Thanked
him for his reservoir intil my old imageries,
the old country of mine. Hence time has told
where the world made, but him tells if my heart
goes as chosen. Thereupon, awake and hand on heart.
Thus on more day do depend my tribute intil
the human nature. Methinks, had remembered me.