With other people the system collapses,
She heard the dialling tone confirming that;
One phone demands a tragedy,
And the other phone a remedy.
This sailor is a soldier, full of stamps
That need posting and pasting,
Skinning the rabbits will be the test
For the soldier, who betrays nobody.
The posting delighted you,
The pennies ran away forming us,
Then children scatter in front of geese,
That fly onwards for better protection.
Most of the system relies on your brain,
Fences are never to hit like skulls.
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