the pleasant road side breeze is Stone faced,
Hot tempered, ice laced and is steam pelted,
Impurity clogged and is highly pressured,
What shall be done to carve its thoughts?
Self assessment biased and they are too crooked,
Mounted on the high speed bike showing the swells,
Thunders from the caves bordered with thorns,
What shall be done to make these human cool?
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