Fine clothes ruin nobody,
A sea of change has emitted
Rays of a decision that affects,
And fine clothes make you work.
A handsome judge has committed
The deed we disarrange from the exams;
Rushing into the streets, he causes us
Mayhem and injustice when poked.
There shone forth a ridiculous light,
The light of what was to come,
The eyes joyfully became light
Of a tree that rooted itself in the plans.
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