Thou impeach moments
Several, little, precious
Then, cherish dearly
One so auspicious
Thou slogeth through
Boons of existence
Seken a rare jewel,
Fie! wishful insistence
Ye mind, art a fool
Thou don’t agnize
What thee own
Anon is too a prize
Why wait for events
Those cometh rare
Why ain’t open thy heart
And begin to care
Ain’t all, festive, pristine
Each moment of thine
Then why celebrate
One and leave nine?
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