For Ezra

The view from top is pleasing,

many scented woods demeaning,

the wood is harbinger of luck,

however the world is meeting,

I have dead fish to fly if the oceans,

meet the sky in freezing,

there reached a mile upon many miles,

and never haste to ceasing.

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