Mood At Its Pike
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The mood that makes the pike
Is the sweetness I like.
For it had joy to strike
My soul at a firm spike,
To have love with the knack.
Making good life I stack,
For my wellbeing's rack.
Bliss, I will never lack,
Does definitely make
A place for me to take
Glory that is awake
In me for savoury's sake.
This heaven is the link,
Drives me to sound mind's brink
For my mind to now think
So much of joy to clink.
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