Who is bona fide,
Let us first, know it.
Let us see the self
In our own mirror.
The world is like
A dark night, let us
Face it, my dear
Without any error.
Let us culture
The knowledge that is
There in us.
Let us not fall down
With nature as a means
But stand erect.
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I guess that wood be me, since I got paid and she gave it up for free. Sloppy seconds is better than nothing. All she wants for Christmas is her two front teeth, not her two kids. A pair of couplets in la la land.