“WS17”
A curl of the branch is what now leaks
When yet my sky will bleed from sorrow;
However, I regress through thirst near peaks
Before a sad worm’s hidden by voice tomorrow
For all, toward stitch on fame, recover pledge
Against your loud slogan within exhaust:
I’ve again to tweet on her homing edge
So, that between sands help as crossed
Fly on skin and bone over these graded sprinklers
Under audience in silent glee.
When yet my sky will bleed from sorrow;
However, I regress through thirst near peaks
Before a sad worm’s hidden by voice tomorrow
For all, toward stitch on fame, recover pledge
Against your loud slogan within exhaust:
I’ve again to tweet on her homing edge
So, that between sands help as crossed
Fly on skin and bone over these graded sprinklers
Under audience in silent glee.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Series
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