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SATIRICAL: SATIRIZED EUPHONY

Hissed her path to say No
As amulet dangled on her' dandled
Tis so sweet to trail the forlorn 
As no help came to a hearty hut

On the rafter was a treasure kept
To a loned little hut in heart of jungle
Whose roof raised and dimpled the raffia
Oh the taste of thy loin in abject senescence 

Could have risen over to thy spur, twilight!
To the cast of thy shadow clothed by Sunset
If thee ! Little in our heart; you can remain!
Remain lots more for a thousand memory

Would have climbed the hill to balcony Eastside
Sat our mind to watch of thy loss in a ruffle
Oh ! To Ayede the colossal quorium ; herb arrays 
It was  a pleasure; dressed in the ragalia of moon-dance

In no time, the moon danced
Called the hale and hearty
To the festive centre of living 
Dressed in all forms of grandeur

If we return thy essence 
If we can return thy licence
Relive relive live and relive 
The old days are set to be back?

There we can see the hut in teeming rescue
See the village square on a vibrant display
Reposition the jungle to a centre of living !
On no doubt set in quantum effect, euphony!

Wear the garment to center of gravity 
Around the corner close to pyramodal pivots
In dance, high in spirit to the beat of time
Even if this time is interspersed on euphoria

Sucks the shin onto her golden anklets 
To terrain the path where to kiss the Sun bye
Lettuces found on path to fetttled garden
To give a welcome relief to her longeth despiration

Overjoy not in the surplus of thy making
As none can tell when naturale will strike
To undress thy order of beauty renaissance 
As it unveils the surprises of the cons and suburbs

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