Unencumbered by the oaths of the republic we did not jest, we merely dined after reaping what we’d sewn;
\nwrath’s suits made of linens and velvet silks.
\nWe made no brash decisions in our guardianship of the loom;
\nas carpenters and sculptors looking upon what we’d hewn, the sawdust in stuffing for the gifts we’d bear to offer in due time-
\nnothing could be waste of the mourning forester’s werk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Unencumbered by the oaths of the republic we did not jest, we merely dined after reaping what we’d sewn; wrath’s suits made of linens and velvet silks. We made no brash decisions in our guardianship of the loom; as carpenters and sculptors looking upon what we’d hewn, the sawdust in stuffing for the gifts we’d … Continue reading Adding spice to the spittoon.<\/span>