Meanwhile I visualize about midsummer hot,
It was'nt do me any mess that time.
My father everlastingly asked me and I say not,
For love and oomph I sometime used wine.
Recurrently and albeit' I any which way comprehend that
My apperception fetch blank.
A consciousness of confusion and hate
whereas the biggest question of mank.
Nevertheless aforementioned hot summer day,
Cannot be tolerated,
The aforementioned one supervene due to askew ways.
Today, I cannot be tolerated.
This composition of mine, so cloy
that if you bury oneself in it then you anamnesis will get low.
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