Virtue
I feel strange unless I give:
Don't wait for A First by Steve;
I anchor my mind in Olive,
For one shall life truly live
Hold back your hot emotion
For spiritual promotion
Your lifted hand for a strike,
The victim suddenly like;
As you try to look your best
Tell self "You shall be modest."
Begin to think of virtue
As " A must" beyond The Pew...
Like from -a- Kitchen we chew
Or stuff that resemble stew.
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