untrammeled forays into gnashes of root

An ounce of grit goes some way in mending
The roof thereby giving respite to landseekers
Whose daylight was robbed by so many ounces
Of untrammeled forays into gnashes of root.

A trip down south goes some way in mending
The roof thereby lifting grime out of resplendent
Armories bedecked with toothless guards standing
On untrammeled forays into gnashes of root.

A whit of guilt goes some way in mending
The roof thereby mixing daybreak with felled oil
Streams struggling to get the dirt off its slick
Pronouncements that prophesize in proportion
To untrammeled forays into gnashes of root.

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