Fourth quadrant for most is often vacant,
The prior three lived as a lie blatant;
Feeding the foes and striking at the source,
In life’s meander we really care scarce;
Soiling the soul and all its content,
Signing off the race with a hazy intent;
The soft is the key for all hard prints we know,
Emboss on heart for longevity is no greater to snow;
Ticking away truly is the merciless clock,
Make way my dear for new kids on the block!
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