Life is good with all weave off wood
Hunting begins with a thought that is difficult to sought
Somewhere in the cleft i wanna go for theft
When in the middle of nowhere try to find somewhere
With no care try to see the rare
Oh caught by the species Who can make pieces
Alas! In the rope of death with a poke in head
I wonder to bet but in hand with a pet
What will i do, planning to sue
Suddenly a bright light hit on my sight
Why not to find with the available mind
I came on ma knees , wondering where are keys
After rotating eyes finally got a pie
Oh yes ! Pie can help me tie
I mixed with a twist
Ready to fly , waiting for the sleep and just got a beep
I ran like an animal leaving all the things like enamel
Finally on the shore, ready to roar
I touched myself
And roared as if a fly escaped from web
This pool of experience turned out to be patience ......
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