Time this day makes me a day
Time this way makes me to stay
Time, if you be fair, gives say and pay
And time, dear weaver, makes hay all day
To be alone and stray as clone
be no matter, strange clutter
To bond with time and stray as prey
be slow matter so utter
Stay, if you care, and dare
You may shatter the blaster
Stay, when you dare, and care
You will master the matter
For in time - so precious -
lines will pull and pool, for gain
And the clutter - so utter -
will be your precious fare, again
This is for them souls that have either given up or are verging on such hint. Don't! Will it be that easy? Hell, no! Can we guarantee a quick turn-around? Same no! But in this business of despair and deceit, only those that damn them ruts will ultimately rout the "dregs & stench". Yes!
Tough business, then? Heavens, yes! Soak those lines, again.
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