“The Musket's Progeny by Stewart Stafford The musket's progeny, gunpowder's rise, Heirloom ingot cast in festering dirt, No scaldy-faced defecator's lies, Can tarnish gold's immutable worth. Besmirched, perpetual gleam to my eyes, Ne'er base, but plundered from thy berth, Another's private treasure, I cannot despise, Until thy loan fadeth i' th' afterbirth. With cloistered secrets to impart, Our correspondence doth expand, Let it encompass thy tiny heart, For when it groweth to understand. When from distant quays, emotion sails, My words guide thee in storms and gales. © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
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