Prizes are for keeping and laughing,
Tricks contrived for the expert people.
The gears we gain involve life for strategy,
Going to the top is wild, innocent.
The letting of acts is an abundance,
Often we still complain of the back,
The roof the head is upon us with peace,
Let buildings like this body be a growth.
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