Supposedly you could imagine,
A dimension calibrated in
Quanticode so dark green
With love in heart for a push
I will turn out to be listening
Apathetic like a God does
Kind and warm,
Wit the holy ghost gift perform,
Ready to bite your lips hard,
Wit my pointed wand,
The Canine Wand of miracles
In a spell so enchanting,
'Ubuntu Opirad! '.
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