He created a genuine problem,
Only they show the experiments
After they throw the hidden material.
This devastation is a crater
Of wide heavenly nature,
Earth shall be crushed,
Wider authors write more weather
Than the godly amount.
To see a creature in distress,
I must first create a passage
Of words in writing, for the taste
And the bowling region of our lives.
My papers are signed by those in command,
They are insatiable from the heart, in a sense
They parted from distinctions and gave
Me a forgotten matter.
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