a crossword puzzle can be read,
in letters and numbers,
a pain a stitch in the tummy can,
be helped by a tablet or,
a cream,
the factions of the soul and thoughts,
are just the same,
in a unique patten size,
the tacks ahead are not as clear,
and simple,
to the mind and heart the questions,
are waiting for the answer which are hard,
to find,
in time the around becomes softer,
and sweeter to the buds of all,
and one
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