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Those days

The ball was on mine court.

Naïve native I was

With my innocence

Made it roll.



Now leave me alone.



It is your turn

To play, play as long

As the sunshine

Make hay.

Grounds are different.

Thus sorry

That this offer of yours

To work on

Your promotion

To sell your commotion



I must turn down.



Sure, you are to find

Many

With their time, interested

In profession

Suited to your proposition



Increase in trafficking.



Even if hunger pangs, option is

My choice not to

Wine women wickedness bread butter jam.

Well am doing fine

With ham, burger, www windows.

However,

Though not fresh

Straight from the cans it is. Nevertheless

Thanks with apologies.

Vehemently refuse to join hands.