The weather was remarkably fine,
My solid helpers repelled due to the fineness;
Without seeing two enemies in the sand,
A feeling arose too expectant of safety.
For danger was banned and extracted poetry
Was the norm of the days beyond,
Likeable fashions wanted to see the fortnight,
Driven ladies were mentionable.
I little, you big, the adulthood banned us
From too much hardship, I was forbearing,
You were wearing the right clothing
For the righteous health and barrier.
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