WIBE'S POET

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SPELL OUT I do never know  A letter it come by accident.  I do never quest  An existing it come by luck.  I do never think  Of being a man but nature hint.  I do ever witness  The hereafter it will be soon.  I do never think  Of a friend at my birth room.  I do never read  The world before jumb in.  I do never fear  The hatred in love before in.  I do never intoxicate  Before interest in wine.  I do never see  You before we meet here.  It is never an accident  An incident presides the jams.  I do never have  The enviers only the enviro dictions.  I do never care  The beauty of a creation but actions.  I do never love  It is all a mission of selfishness.  I do never smell it  It is just an atomic perf to life.  I do never give it out  To those antagonists in the world.  I do never blend and pound  My yams for culture less kings.  ...