Quick! Be organized!
Slavery meant darkness is flow
Darkness changes charms for hole
A word to you, who likes time:
Crossing charms with fame makes mime
Assorted feeble mothers make home
Bear the charge: you must roam.
Change is crossed and life is won
Mothers can feel a painful nun.
Enter me with your desirous stick
I treat life to hope for trick
I give you love and I say, "Destiny."
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