He laboured all day and
Part of evening, without
Complaints, and did
Research in his closed
Enviorns closed by cold,
Invented machineries and
Tools, high power maths,
Physics and Chemistry,
Which the world devorued
Through his propogation
By land, sea and air,
Used by billions of the world,
But not peaceful in wind,
Which eluded him, why
He didn't know and followed
The lesser intelligent
To follow their paths and theos.
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