∴ hard shell, gigil stirs
a tender heart plays at tough—
babies break his game ∴1

  1. In fond remembrance of our beloved rogue and jester, Uncle Martin, on the day of his birth. May Father Turtle rest easy, tankards ever brimming with rum and stout by his side. ↩︎

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