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My sacred silent lead
My senses strung to heed
Your illustrious tuition
In the secrets of fruition
Courting timely beneficence
Bearing courtly magnificence
Serving patience and poise
Garnering munificence
Charmer of fate
Enamoured of charms
Time’s only consort
To the elements sworn
Restraint nor indulgence
Impartial effulgence
In palatial plenitude
And spatial exactitude
Sumangali Morhall January 2005
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