I’ll give to the bag for life
It lasted longer than ninety percent of the people I met in my life
Well worth it for the price
Clouds like a 99 in a sunless sky, entry of a shadowed century
Its sentry a wounded moon, sent here to keep us stationary
These are nights now the world is over
No green grass, no bee-loud clover
Only cloven ground and bandit cover.
Alchemisland 
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