If I were to cite
the vales and hills,
for deference I allude
mountains and here.
Here are a motley bread,
and I dispense it to thou,
whilst I quaff my drink,
your ravenous trails
are twofold.
For deference I bestow
My bread to you.
Thou art euphoric
In lieu
Of deference
as my sister.
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