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To a highbred fellow, for who far few can compare.
Wistful recollections are heard in mind's eye,
cries to; "COME BACK!"
Or begging and pleadings, of; "PLEASE!" - "Just don't fall of the map!"
Always the frequency of shouts did ring the air;
"How the hell did you get all the way up there!?"
A souvenir, these memories, experiences fared - Graciously recollected, pure and unimpaired.
Thoughts of these are all well received.
With mind's recollections doth come cause to question;
"How such opposite one's choice name to decide upon?"
Evidently, to contradict thine own actions perceived.
Desire reminisced, once again to elicit, in that once share escape, worthy of revisit.
Hardly a bore-some Sir Boring is he.
"Sir Venturous" - Might say I alternatively.
My well wishings here now are extended in true,
With fondness and great love,
They're cast upon you.