Erudite ditties at the last minute
To save my brother ass
But I could not commit to criticism
Always winding up
Quoting the old poets
Who placed no limit on knowing
Or having or being
Who trusted the motion
Of the spinning worlds
In the welter of life would lead
To something even grander
Having been there at the beginning
It was not difficult for them
To see how it all would end
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