Telamin! Telamin!

Telamin! Telamin!

O Fashioned by Zoos,

Mad as a Wolf,

Weeniest of Childe

keenest insight

king in itself

He knows no rest

His peace is a fumble

at war. He wishes to portray

dishes on a tray, flinging a staircase.

Sother: the father of nather,

how it mexes the words,

enthusing old shards,

fills - how amazing he is -

the beautiful stars

It gathers the mothers

musical tits appear on sunrise

it brothers decaders,

decoders’s dicasters

All ship it

but no one uses it, the plenty

of words decreases of world this

crisis of world’s decreases of words

it’s crisis.

When was it done in the premises’

den: so the acorns

become oaks and a cornish bell

reminds it us all.

How it mexes with the words

enthusing all shards

so gentle

gentle to walk, under a summery sky,

in the cynnamon mazes

How it mexes the words

enthusing all shards

so gentle

gentle to walk, under a summery sky,

in the cynnamon mazes

Halvhari