Never did pain be a solution to the troubles ahead,
Pleasant news remained in existence for those with bread.
The bicycle was a decent invention, so bold and clever,
Not ever did the right of entry be attached to an achiever.
An abode was strict with lessons of excellence,
The same as goodness, the same as school and allegiance.
Then pride was to matter, even when it rained drops,
As this house of lords and ladies never meant hilltops.
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