Created by the flames of imagination.
The music was His creation,
The symphony His production.
Manna was dry,
to be flanked by misery.
The Great Dane was honest,
to his size and brain.
But to them,
The sense and its sensibility,
Are the jewels of their crown.
Peace wanted to be told,
"Go away, you are not the ruler."
Laughter prevailed.
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