J-oin not the zone of sin,
I-t makes your life miserable;
N-ever attempt to touch it,
G-ive it no chance at all.
R-emember your sacred swear,
E-arly Sunday January seven;
Y-ou must avoid transgression,
E-vade the zone of
S-in.
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