Make circles in circles then entertain them,
Pose new thoughts for the astute of this earth;
One sees on a weekday the beginning of descriptions,
A newspaper walks freely with new thoughts and men.
The new teeth speak to new men, a little number of them,
To bite the dozen dinners offered by some.
Make sands to confirm what is in waiting,
The hour-glass confidently opposes me,
Men watch and listen to confer,
And men climb words of the press.
New thinkers abide in the realms of events
Proposed by some who wait and learn.
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