Pivotal work created magnitude of blessings,
He was obedient on me ever since.
The faster you pull the rope, the more you squeeze
And your grip is reduced to the point of nothingness.
A man has attacked me from within,
Offering my work of the mind a rest
So as to join a bond between us.
Cracking the hands over this arrangement
We separate and lead others astray,
For the pivotal work has much suitability.
Join us jokingly to interfere as a man would
Over a child’s habit or son’s habit.
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