Deep, gravitous speech like a priest
He the husbandman who checks the cheek-hue of east each evening
We his sheep girdled fan-fashion about his fashionably unfashionable feet
Like children seated upon the cerise knee’d lap of a gift-giving beard laughterful
Yet feared, his list updated yearly like a menacing tax-tyrant’s bible of tithable denizens.
Alchemisland 
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