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A near miss Or fall of life Inspires many to whisper- In the home of disarray, Where lives feed on amazement. There's no one to sweep the litters Just as debates hold And attitudes glow, The sirens break the mood. A cloud of sigh gathers With a temperate atmosphere, Yet a hail to dodge ceaselessly drop. In a moment, appetite for answers derail, Questions take a steep down the throat And jaws rest their might. Men in boots Expose many to rain Just when need for shelter heighten- As already the sword of defence Has lower its guard For the gifts Of Harmattan