Yield

Thrust through a canvas
Seed to an egg
Nothing will hurt us
Slink back to bed

Rise in the morrow
Traipse through the dust
Ashamed of your sorrow
Lacking in lust

Quixotic actions
Submerged in a school
Try to teach fractions
Without acting the fool

Committing no crimes
Writing of wrong
These are hard times
It all takes so long

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