There was a time
when signs were prime
the eyes kept its forcus
doth reprimand thus
attention to my duty post
which necessarily deserves the most
standing, kneeling, bending and running
to keep the work harmoniously moving;
though acclaim that as past
for nothing could claim to last;
a good beginning
may have a good ending
Rejoice then in joy
Oh ye little boy
and feel the gleam therein
lets draw the cotton
Thank God for the work well-done
Itz your little boy #Alexon
Sept.7.2017
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