Rein
broken in order done
Dream
of feet in time past
As
man is second to none
Is
cleansed by rain at last
Steps
skip first second no crime
Grow
for growth comes of toil
Walk
distinct loses no time
Look
back to grandma Poil
Seek
nourishment his face turns
No
respite along the coil
 |
| everything transpires eventually |
Why
and what obedience
It
is no cat on the fence
Another
look at guile
Is
absolute lack of style
It
cannot be philosophy
If
files be rearranged or style
You
really do swing from the tree
Hear
water notes for a mile
Looks
of superiors shun
Pre-assignation
of time
Solation
or solution
Not
in a game, place sublime
Though
he seeks absolution
Crushes
the neck commits the crime
 |
| flow takes everything along |
Big
cat respectful here
Rejoins
after elixir
Cat
rat leave town together
Cannot
stand fishy weather
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