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Rule: stock option nil—pill drowned
Fill to get the feds fed ‘til ill sound
Made to be illegal; feeble mountings
Won’t amount to anything that’s fraternizing worthy
For the folks that’s seesaw bound—non-planar
Tree tops; please stop how? Container
Units in the form of canon written by the self-proclaimed
Individuals that’s seek imaginary answers
For a cause so independent; doubt
Harbors my exclusive boat marina
That in privatizing business, when one is to mold the sentence
Whose constituents’ finish doesn’t match surrounding furniture
A vixen of a conifer at hand to plan aments
The lichen ought to not to be so complacent
If the revolution came and went, the end depends
On people not discounting stable
Means; a fiendish greed impeded treatable pleat
I have not a creaser, my concerns are my immediate needs
To where the act of integration takes a cease and decease
Desist disease, a femur-feeding vile for the sheep
And cop a plea in such anatomy, I found ‘round riles on debauchery
Equivocating sorts, deliberating more than a remedy
I voice a poignant point in statistics; not a mystic
If it ain't broke, don't fix it