I am wine for you to drink and extract pleasure, just slowly,
So that alcohol is consumed to deter, just slowly.
When the substance floats away and crumbles beneath the skin of the Earth,
I have new meaning in the very breadth of my movement,
Inside there is a label of joy and deep fountains.
My jumping is broken by the mere slant of rainfall,
This spot is one of those where lies a treasure from the past.
How many men are against us when we are ill?
Illness desires you as a last resort, when ill.
The magnificent and the abhorrent ailments
Need both cures, again and again in the hospital.
Guesses are made perfectly by the wise,
Intrepid adventurers cancel our life
For though thinkers are also thought of,
My guess is also the same perfection.
Songs are some to stand and sing,
Ulcers in our daily rituals are not to bring.
He is amicable, lovely, like sudden danger;
But they remove his song from the shop as if he was a stranger.
Under the sun is a reason and a run,
Forming clever tactics with the real one.
The moon is intelligent and wise
Like so many lies under the clear blue sky.
Use your mallet to strike a thought
Into your head of wrong.
With the real money of your house
Win back courage and peace.
We have algebra and geometry,
And all the waters of education.
Long summers possess long issues,
The doors and windows open for the long-life.
He has a religion for all the faith,
Ours for the taking, ours for the right.
May we ascertain properly,
With learned men see the light.
You have better values of property
Than those who enter the life of others.
Without denial, passing into kindness,
The soul of your body is weak and delighted