Dance,
I don't like this chance,
They play with no balance.
Tightly and short cloth,
No respect to both,
Up to twelve fourth.
They play with no torch,
Other steal their pouch,
Oh God! We can't reach.
If they remove their cash,
I answered in harsh,
Sitting until they finish.
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