Do This Son
My son
As thou climbs the mountain
Cut not the trees
Rather fertilize them
For maybe, just maybe
When you fall
They might wedge you
It is called nemesis
Remember also, the dogs
They never forget thy master
Even in times of famine
Don’t think you waste your food
Because when you’re chased
They will reverse the chase
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