A Cure,Don'T Die
The heart isn't big,poets lie,
The heart is small breath to lie,
Inhale and exhale a rolling bicycle,
Inhale breath finds the way exhale,
Ford and Edison,like flesh and nail,
Admired Ford,recreated his pal,
Edison's last breath lives in a tube,
What a kind care, look not,an obscure!,
Carrying a breath comes cure for death,
Where is the people worrying health?
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