Six Deadly Sins
He kept at it,
and woke up a band of hoodlums
Observing the ways of the moon,
calling Jane like a fool,
looking late for school,
missing cake for food,
sleeping eight by noon,
weeping for a new wave in the loo
Ademola kept at it,
and a moll lurked in fairness
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