I Suppose Endlessly

I do supposedly ask of one today, The weight of burdens replete, Will keep this many times often, On and on and on your mind, Since when I suppose to try, That were you a bore instead, Suppose to the utmost degree I, Wilt a night of aims transpire, Them they know of supposing, All the night there was rightly, There beloved a concrete, Contest of wits end of least, Was each happily tells the lady, Without an account of which, I'd say was a little of his, Finds the ones that endlessly, Reach conclusion before, What is your mindful taste for? Something's going to end then, And will keep one's personal, Endless space for the weighty, Beliefs one held up to seem, Never there heard that earlier, Journey to a life of this ends!