Live the ingredients you cook,
Give age a rest for all eternity.
For loss of food and gain of health
Exceeds preliminary understanding,
Such that life is a profession
Worth practising,
Enjoying the worst ailments
With bravery at the foothold.
Feet strain with vigour to test
Others and their bodies,
For the starting of gifts is
The refraining of jokes,
And the handshaking carries on,
Regarding the other hands as
Objects of decency.
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