Dear Bard,
It is late. My brain is toasty from trying to plan two Beltane rituals for this weekend. I decided that I need to relax. Poetry relaxes me.
Don't say you didn't ask for it. Okay, *you* didn't, one of your readers did, but it's still your world and I don't have their email address. So you get it anyhow.
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There Was A Young Zi Ri
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