The sententious sermon slips through my soul like a snake in a stream,
Unaware if it’s dead or alive.
I reject to receive the rhetorical knowledge,
Like a yak in the mountains, only thinner.
The sententious sermon slips through my soul like a snake in a stream,
Unaware if it’s dead or alive.
I reject to receive the rhetorical knowledge,
Like a yak in the mountains, only thinner.
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