Jaunt
Where
Hundreds flaunt
Sipping beverage
Black
Idle
Killing
Not seconds, minutes
But hours hand
Police the system
Judgements pass
Innuendoes at best
System set
Lady luck when smiles
Takes them to heights
Where talents recognised
These jaunts
In biographies
Then reference find.
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