Tied together the letter aroused mankind,
Letters lit up, words astonished the gases,
Then winds corrupted the pages,
On the merits of the daughter in lane,
Who merited and had faith too lasting.
Then the letter was erased by chances
That astounded, fully developing and eating
The times of our lives, living like the death
Of mastered slaves, heels were dashed
As fully as can be.
And so the letter ended, with chances and risk
As fathers of the disbelievers;
The poor girl or daughter won the race,
With light heart the energised meal had entrances
As livid as earthly tombs.
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