| Wait,O evening I love the morning more than the afternoon Perhaps the afternoon more than the evening But scare to death when come near the evening But cannot help facing it A dictate of nature. |
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| Just like in the proverbial tale Of the cock of our fathers This cock starts its morning with Four legs,allowing for a passage of time Jumps to two legs,in afternoon And again in the course of time Jumps to three legs,in evening. |
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| Where the third leg is a wooden stick That supports the man from falling over For tibia and fibula have lost their strengths Patella is nearly unscrewed But man must walk around his neighbourhood In pains he does this Why come,O evening? |
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