One step
Two small foots
A wish to dish the fish to three
Search won't stop till four
At cocks crow tensions grow
A count to five
And egos again to dive
Pursuit struggle caring less the sex
Heat and sweat showers to six
Not.. Or Haven seven
Still hearts throbs till heaven
Would that my eight fin
Fill the air to cloud-nine
Haughty strikes shortened life
Yet others again to mime
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