An Untold Little Tale
I’ve a short little tale, to tell a task,
As I sit waiting oft I ask,
When be the day, or when be the night
When all is told, when all is right?
When everything is again restored,
When what is me peace can afford,
Or when I see whither I will wend
Toward what degree all time I’ll spend.
A tale of something so refined,
A unique tale much intertwined,
Much like the fourth leaf on a clover
But you’ll never know for this ode is over.
-Jacob Winterfeldt
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