Don't wink at, drink or shrink the pink mink
Your life clinks, sleeps, slinks or winks in
When life's knife lops off the link
To the source and resource of its Winter win for the queen
Achieved in a wondrous weave at the robust river
Where in the morning your life longs
For renewal of the accrual of the manual a forgiver
Authors once your life sings serenity songs
To give succor and solace to the lost
Whose date, fate, pate and slate life lifts
Spreading smiles that slay the gangrene ghost
Assailing and waylaying gifts and shifts
In mood for the greater good given
To uplifting and lifting the welfare life achieves
For the lost when life toasts the forgiven
To the extent no lost lass ever again grieves.
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