I lay on a road that was back to favours,
In the reading department, in the job;
The harness was secured as three of us fell,
And arguments erupted to be stumbled.
I returned an evil spirit, stumbling as the frost,
I was disturbed in the mind, too overspread;
Then rattling and seeking was the main activity,
The leader of the nation was against me.
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