Shall we sweep the carpet?
Let's rub minds and aim for the target.
Let us all rise and begin our plantation,
Without excluding to recite our affirmations.
Here comes a great season,
Knocking on the door for a reason.
The ball is in our court to play,
But it shouldn't be led astray.
Why not replace the bad crops with a good one?
And lighten our desire like the sun
Setting out to brighten up the day
Without getting ready to fade away
©iam_nuel
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