Life as such, not much
Come what may life is to live
Some taught way fife is to give
Loom large before us is future
Doom barge not to use suture.
Gone are the days that are worrisome
Born air on dais we squat wearisome
Lone your aren't on this globe
Bone you should have not lobe.
Well, what is in store for us
Swell that not as in yore guess
The days to come are closed book
Open one by one we're in tenterhook.
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