Whatever became to dishevel then make crooked a spine,
and become to weak knee’d to measure a mile.
For if you could sing hearts would chime
and still make it a worldly trial.
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Interestingly abstract. Each little code is a treasure of its own. Nice work. Keep it up! -SJD