Fancy I can forgive you for oneself,
Gather new coins and credits on the shelf.
This is where the books and ledgers lie,
I must accept the acids of reading, then amplify.
I forgive your reading skill so higher than mine,
For your skills are like a doctor or medical man too fine;
The basics learnt by your brain are assessed,
You hurt those in a blessing, and are obsessed.
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