My experience must get its due, from images of wonder to the shelves of plunder has my abilities been tested, long are these gray hairs I once detested.
If given a thing of things, to which my mind may play, of this I am sure to have something to say.
I can not pretend to know of ones needs, of mine times four for my seeds.
My bags of my tools of trade, be cleaned daily and kept as if just made.
Enough, Enough before they say fair thee well to me, I can not stand to tell tales of me.
Inspirer for the hirer it is apparent to see,
As for all of this promotion’s I think they all have need of some lotions or at least some motion.
For with a hirer of an inspirer, I am of sure of destinies granting better prosperities.
A simple wish of the inspirer
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