Pleated cloth becomes lean like meat,
Divulged by the major pure men;
The very rich take some rage with heat,
The hot weather causes the hot dinner.
A creased cloth carries new weight,
Solidly built by the buffets,
Too much with eating and anger.
Their oily hair was wavy and glossy,
Sparks flew, dangers were dispelled.
The intelligent eyes rocked and loathed
From the direction of the travelers.
A hulking man with calloused hands
Swept in and looted the meager table of joy.
With his puny strength,
The opposition was a man who loathed
And swore and bantered.
Pleated cloth found eyes
Eventually.
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