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Whose day compares?
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Fedja. Such is the battle of time and men,
An enexorable duty bound,
Such the small girls perhaps fend,
In pack mentalities though one integral found.
The boys just want their sport,
The young man brighter and politer,
Though the elder boy boots past into their delighters
And the young inteligents forced fend against the hungry sorts.
So the young tomorrows but years after, age too will take,
Their friends forgotten, and who knows of what family sake?
Though dark and cold it rows it be time of the greatest light,
In rebirth of the god against impossible enemies,
And too he does soon replenish thee.
She of luxurious ways and family slaughter,
Is by no means a true son nor daughter.
