Respect as far as little talks, looking,
Swaying and seeing, to blindly walk.
Gosh, the manners mastered are exact,
Often we sell products of beauty.
Gaggling geese stutter and remedy others,
With their squawk, hollering and howling.
Let living be red, blue are the skies,
And blood is the same as life gone.
Love is the blood of life, in this respect,
Often a liver worked by living like us.
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