Hills supported by sills
Bills, a better part of lives will
Fill's been through the mill
Pills, all out for the kill
Chills gone, here's the twill:
'Making riches in poverty's winepress'
'Strengthened in weakness bosom'
'Victory; knocked down by failure'
'Maturity; measured by childishness'
'Beauty; ascertained by a blindfold'
'Glory; in the dirt of abasement'
'Love; guilty of affection's murder';
The Scroll, almost endless...
Woven into a tapestry of love's fabric,
we are provided with a couch to soothe
life's aching distress and burdensome load.
Twills Golden Rule; ...confounded by foolish things.
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