Bring the combination to the table at dawn
Fortune plays the ladle, fable soup with prawn
Faster than slight is the landed fat cradle
Finger tip feeling leads me to legacies lingered
Regard the lesser most glorious narrative
Word search among the thousand page tome
Find your piece of cake for the people
Eat it then have, climb up churchish steeple
Fill, fill, the f is the thing; still, spill, an
Effigy ring; continuity dictum for murder
Most fowl: ducky sun's stable of horses
On prowl; consider we this, a switch of
A start; finish, grist, the milling on carts
Heart strings a harp for violin creatures
Sparking the part where diamonds feature
An end in the end, at this dot doth center
Roman Ryan 