at 5 pm it was all over,
You were in dejection,
in an alley, no ally to rely on,
a songbird sang,
enough to allay all that,
also said at wee hour on morrow,
it will sing again and be himself happy,
With it entire colony of humanity will sing,
and conspire to keep you
and of your ilk happy,
you will regret that day before
you gave up and went on negative,
whilst so much bliss was to your balance
You were lucky that God and songbird
debitfreezed your life vivacity account.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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