Close your eyes and think about wonders,
The selling sun with fragrant rays,
The delicious fruit of apples and pears,
A slight foretaste of the wines in the nation.
Close those imaginative minds,
And criticise squarely the free thinkers,
Philosophically conjure an idea unique,
And display all these in the form of actions on the web.
Create a diary of troublesome sports,
Like football mania and freedom of basketball,
Kicking the pumping, sliding and evading,
Little by little, and similar to our movement of the eyes.
This day has been created for the likes of you,
This scent in the air overpowers like musk,
Feeding the mind's relaxation policy
Far too late, and far too kindly.
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