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Love for humanity shall cross an inviting threshold - a poem. |
| Serendipity has a persuasive scent; A complicit rapture with adjoining woods A follow-through stickler; A heightened duty; And a promise To inspire most of the guests. Awaken, they profusely cry - The button of revolutions Has modestly furthered These utopian skies. A condition of stewing With the same old Frosty banter. Each broader engine convinces the plane To rise; Each theory purports to have had An uphill climb; And even bottomless pits Have a malicious And miraculous being; So excite orally, And the country evicts shadows; Reverse the glorious shimmer - And only soften One or two oceans. A desire of enlightened mayhem Is trust in minimal rights And triggers the hammers being Heinously cursed. |