Our Inner Frogs by such Joy's Bounty leap
Sift our Gnawing Dirt then Skin itself Pure
By Life its Samples does Breeding Strength Reap
And breach Sour Faces with our Smiles endure
As Seeds could Differ the Pattern's Glow make
Thus Map our Program's own Look devise
Which rarely Demand our own Selves forsake
Though Pamper our Dignity's Lies advise
That itself the Fault and if be Pursued,
Hamper these Springs would by Exponent's Cause
The Bare Plain's Spirit as Excitement imbued
Then tie our own Strings to Cut our Loss.
Which Goodness our Human's own Faith revealed
Sheath our Hearts from our own Blades concealed.
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