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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The chair of our time, not our forefathers’ Up are you, with that shifted bottom in the air Those legs of flippant seem to be permanent; With the open gate of laughter. 5. Rolled down eyeballs; Down level his kinsmen “Ay” I call, “do you think forever you’ll be there?” Scattering spittle fall to level us beneath land. “That’s your reply”, pouncing on the lifters. Thousand hearts halloa, “Get yourself down now !!!” 10 Thunder light shown. The downgrade of a star, Beating the lizard to pulp, “Hurrah !” Breeze, blown out of million of mouths. I look “Enough !. Who will seat next?” Up is another raven raw; having being warned 15. Against a life term. Suddenly, the exulted Shining white balls turned red. Without an ear to options. “Change, or, you shall be down” I warn. “This chair is forever mine: Take it”, The mouth Opens. Eyes of lifting hands look helpless. 20. Will this seated bottom also turn stubborn? Old heads fall down. Brain faculties work faster. “Are your natures, these, blokes? Why would nature always melt your bottoms To this chair for overtime, for life term? 25. This must be a spell. Are the Men the course? OR … oh ……., The chair.. should be the cursed. “Now! down cast this crow crown of cruel” I command. Sure… The air quash against our feet. 30. Another crown, again, is needed. But; at the end, what will happen to the crown? You! a cursed chair, the lucrative That turns our men corrupt, What will be the redeeming remedy?
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