An earning housed me with cleverness,
This reason was inside me to clasp
New roots streaming in like brooks of wine.
This house, my mansion, created me
As my pet was against my liking inwardly.
Saying words of clever bones, licking the bones,
Was far sweaty and far wetter than ice.
My mansion, my house, was desired
In this world of words and figures.
A range of values inhibited me from cooking
The best food in the best way.
Once they revealed the secrets of mansions
We could convince the judges to prescribe.
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