Seek to save souls
Whenever waves wander
To garner goals
With nothing sinister to render.
Seek to satisfy singles
Whenever the condemned call
To garner sentimental signals
With nothing to bribe a ball.
Seek to supply succor
Whenever women wade through wonder waves
To garner hints of a hacker
With nothing sleazy for Syrian slaves.
Seek to sing sentimental songs
Whenever wenches win
To garner giggles and gongs
With nothing clean for their queen.
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