be well rounded
in your awed-approach
double your love
be soft with the broach
low or high, expanding or contracting
be them there or not,
territory not to encroach while standing
on your back all disappearing
jumping jacks bring on a rearing
high beams low beams all are just fine
hidden and forgotten, that's just a crime
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