The gamete life spun,
the best reporting is a factual lung,
the breath I take is easy today,
truth be known and it has been shown.
No matter detail in ever speak,
Nature guides with breezy leaks,
the Wind that blew the front door slammed,
the very big and noisy bam,
a lead so eloquent it serves to brand.
All entries to thresholds life,
closed upon reports of try,
windows boarded nailed shut,
the saying goes,
I hear tough!!
Told that Hopes, Dreams and Stuff,
would be torn in rebuff,
should I do anything,
like raise a happy family sing.
These excused words to speak,
just made real the posting peaks,
for the instant delivery neats,
the stream be made by merely deeds.
Up and Down the Round a Round,
I rode to find the feeling signed.
To be born and bred for Slavery,
the Servitude was birthed for viewed,
consequentially known in pass,
evidence brought to classed.
Stringing the oddity of my Self,
read for not really known,
speechless comments silent tone,
the production concluded known.
Mystery sewn default,
magic laid to rest,
to think a thought as it is taught,
do not expect 'cause life is kept.
No contact made eight years take,
the touch of skin left to hymn,
vocal tone a chilling no,
length of time I can't not stow,
cause of death.
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