Erimma, the cradle bundle that cuddles my firE
Rising from the welling springs of the Palm’s fibeR
In and from the cotyledons of her morning’s potpourrI
May your ASSets yet see days and smell every realM
Mine, or your lovers’ before my terM
Ah Erimma, just keep keeping my AlmA!
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