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I am trying to do my bit, nonpareil. A soundproof doer,

Friends and foes would have a scuffle

With the tip in the center, this is the circle of an iron will

Resisting your wisdom I want to remain, thoughtless.

In fever, I will always see butterflies

The plaques were being attached to the wall. You would not be able

The urgency to bite the bullet was uncalled for.

A smear campaign starts against the ladder, which permits―

Be precise, I would say. The definition was changing― of the sand,

A scavenger fails to thrive in upward mobility.