the rice poetry

Eye to toe pulls naught

When the wind stills thought quite just

The bones are with it

A count and pairing

Excess to boast and finish

Strikes a deal set match

Begin or be gin

Spaces make up lost people

Tom dick or Harry

Ardent like argon

Noble and gaseous wit

A game of light bright

Random or real-time

Spending time is earning life

And then 🔥 is more

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