Glaring exiled detail.
Unrealistic revelation.
Hear what I say permits me.
Talent consumates another word
for no betrayal of sense in magic.
A future destiny of heightened
ambition in me.
Scary looking Penguins.
An awkward silence in humanity.
I make: exceeding the choice?
I am not a sad invalid in saving face;
infrequently the best expressed challenge
in compromise.
For every margain of error!
There is no non sense won over that reward
of discipline.
You must hurry to start from a poverty
and become of it taking your time in the effort.
The discipline of its reward.
There is no task to obsession.
Only to be reversed.
I reserve errors in judgment.
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