But I wanted a rock to lie about my hat,
The very job of the start and stop,
A need awakens to prove your worth,
One wished for better help, and pride must arrive.
These straightforward gestures transfer
The hate to love, for want of a better conversation.
I desire a strict gem to outweigh my work,
This works like a treat, able to be worshiped.
My sweet sons and family reign in purity,
Their tasks are around the road of bread
And butter has appeared for their lick,
Like the amply divided cushion of love.
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