With both hands productivity organized,
Unified they understood and clenched "That's it, that's it",
Nostalgia was felt in the mind,
The breath in the lungs.
It was a journey of ideas uniting the importance of each,
Fever in the pit of the stomach,
Instincts in the mind,
The joy BLEW away all kinds of "TIME".
The appetite of life questions you all the time,
Who goes first it shouts,
It has nothing to say or a story to tell,
The total always remaining the complete.
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