Paramount Amount For Survival
She has been waiting for amount
To her survival paramount
“From my base to the next bikes I mount!
I should, therefore, a whole lot count!”
But Bad Economy is a point,
Big money collecting at gun point:
An Extorting Police at check point,
Perpetually there, self would appoint,
Much like some Pastors self with anoint;
The Thing spending at every beer joint.
Spouse Coleman had this mentioned to her,
On bikes against Cold a coat of fur:
Britain’s Winter’s about eighty ponds
Russia’s Siberia’s a price that pounds…
“And so Life to Christ The Real Amount
One needs for one’s ascent of a mount!”
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