Yes, I find grammar
In your morning tweets.
I think life is a prayer
There in your skip.
I cry with grammar
On your living style.
Truely, I find
Death-warrant on your
Arrival.
Nothing is final, I know.
And I jump out
From the fray
Knowing fully well
Ringing of the bell.
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