'Twas the birth of enticing light
in this dark garden, so old.
Naught so tricky nor playful life
in this abstract world.
How dulcet moments abound on 12-12-12
Epiphany of apples, pleasant as can be
No words -are jigsaw to that bliss
New world was given to bring peace
Plethora problema- a panacea
Lagniappe a thread to keen
If 'twas not words from goddess Freyja
Pues, consider it all unforeseen.
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