Where's this napkin? here we go.
God is why?
In the ticks
Before her final tock,
Do we all not ask,
"God please help us"?
Don't we all miss
Being youth?
Why am I considered?
No human is considered but,
Tall, Fat, Lazy, Brown Haired, Able.
A Proper Name is the clue here,
Go ahead and spin the wheel.
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Insightful, economical poem! (I might eliminate the double-use of "God" and "considered." It would be MORE economical then.)
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