Reality
Reality is let loose,
Have fun in your caboose,
Shy Adams and Eves,
Taking off fig leaves....
You invented all that.
All junior copy cats,
No one even grieves.
Taking off fig leaves....
Hence you all sprang,
When oldies' bells rang,
Joy love receives,
Taking off fig leaves.....
God nurtures this tide,
Humans have multiplied,
Under house eaves,
Taking off fig leaves.......
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