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Dear friends of both genders,
every man and woman born on this earth
has the conspiracy by visceral motto, and thus
it's very natural to put the car
before the oxen, that the stains of character
concern them, great mutual respect
consumes them in the pursuit of rites and rhythms
different, his will to step on the open scale,
even if the color of the day is black, your method
of not recommending, sometimes, though vexed,
do that, because you can't always follow
the path mapped out, for it is, the light
makes curves, and if the body is just curves, the tables
of the treasury are inflexible and arrive on time.
Every man and every woman that in this earth is born,
carries with it some anomaly, soft, and love for hindrance.
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