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NOT ALL AND EVERYTHING!
A poem on noble living, discover the art, colours; know what to do when, attitude matters The Sun rises and sets Falls and summer on sea sons’ diurnal sets There are men to work Only some of them born to bark A few are not for you all Few fits in with you tall All that comes and flows Not for your living halos or glows That you like is not likeable Somehow or other is banishable The river that flows beside your home The ocean that rages just upon your home And the scorching heat that bothers As the piercing cold that you hampers As you find the man goes smooth Somehow there is a pothole to loath Where to go and wait When to stand and watch fate All that glitters may not spark as gold As long as you usher your pot as bold Make a hay while the sunshine Take a rip of the whole in the pine Order the flow that upholds the race And make a space for a pace This sweet melody is not to attract You are off the track to act There are colours to grab your sweetness As there are flows to glow the brightness As you find to learn and check To grab the whole for a break There is always a way out To spark the glow of inner sprout That makes a tree all the way There is a junk still makes a lay I know the man who shines You know him the words in mines You find the man a crazy I find the art of worded saucy You know the art of living otherwise I know the way out of the wise You are the battles of the track As I dislike in battles to bark When the orders that shines to glow I know the way to find the exact flow You find out the rash I know the trash I get the swing You ball out off the ring I play as long as I wish to You stop playing as to Get a ring that flakes Wave the waves those lakes Wonder never with the wonders It is the real order of the banters There is always and everything to have As long as you have the order to knave Pave the way as the shine comes Make a route of your own that plumbs I know the way to find the colour Of the colours of a true colour
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