Good Times
Good times, who are you?
I hear you are a hyena
sleeping during the day in peace
hunting at night with torches
but disappear at dawn
when beggars are waking up
Good times where are you?
I hear you live with the powerful
confined in their wall fences
eating and feasting with them
but flee when your twin sister
hard times knock at the door
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