Bent backs bow towards bonafide break waters
brashly beating bewildered barriers,
as lines languish above lymphatic lives
lieing laden and low with life's likeness.
The lightest touch transforming tranquil time
into the topsy-turvy teasing of a tactful tussle,
between natures natural nuance of nerves
and man's natal need for name sake.
Pounds progress up past previous
pulmonary passings and promptly percieve paradise
as one does when departing dexterously
from depression's daring dominion.
Whistle while we work, wondering with held
wisdoms, wanting the weighty winnings
for crowning contempt and capital consumption,
for captivation of curious children.
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