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Life’s prerequisites - a young person’s paradise - a poem. |
| A truly emboldened, Quite detailed honey! He spent forty years With an age thirty bunny… He drove things quite quickly, With sweet, treasured pride - Love’s greatest gifts Seem relayed, specified… The blindness of meanness Releases resolve; The kind which we pardon, The beefs which we solve… His years may be termed To be major in glory - Yet some perceive newness, For a semblance not gory… Aware of the closeness, Flared tummies in range. Invites that sweet journey, A condition not strange. We don’t deny age - His astute observations, Lay convincing, old credits And perceived reservations! |