To take a chance breaking your leg
Is futile and obsolete an act;
The sort of complexion found in laughter
Is an arm of the meal called breakfast.
Living among the rich found me heaven,
Keeping these bound to torture
As the keeper of fire was abiding here.
To wound around forty on the rope
Was considered a displeasure
Of the righteous actions not so.
I slept all night in the whole physics
And chemistry,
The whole of science bloomed with flowering
Plants that coincided with lightning
And the thunder following.
Excuse the wrong manners from above,
Pickings are rare and well educated.
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