Wish today drizzles shall slip spared thoughts,
May thy history narrate stories of all sorts.
Laid in the baskets, like a chariot king,
Cheeky morale and missing april spring.
Clear lines lift lessons of assent,
To assure the rhymes of the time spent.
Pace slow but the strength shall run,
Till last, and till the life shall not pun.
Dare to refute thee, complete thy mind and soul,
Variate the sunshine, and believe God and whole.
Hit the knocked doors, spark the fire,
Sound aloud in small rooms, feel the desire.
Lightening Man as the world needs,
Once blink, reappear and swivel across the breed.
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