One is hooked as a hooligan, differing the diet,
Coveting the possessions of the other crowd.
They have their innocence in righteous acts,
One is hooked to the whole winning lines.
A family is a perfume for the defender,
The circus of buttons objects to familiar topics,
Leaving the family behind internally and
Externally, with flowers offered by the policies.
A hooligan or thug is a manager of the rights,
These flowers unite in peace and splendour.
My computer is the circus, my joining inspires,
So then the company is secure, in the middle.
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