Bark my truth with a vigilance to the catch rider on foot in hours of the scratch,
as that is the rider of a walking lark to bright the life with a trail of prosperity to rein,
the direction of the waltz is of calm as the heat touching the boil is of a daze,
a string to fly strips at the entanglement of Rubik's cube not aware of the square puzzle being human,
as that is a wise instruction to bring the instructions to the fact of prime comprehension of pen,
the tale on the donkey in a piñatas spend,
the bat is an understanding to the dirt and the substance of a field of play.
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