|Tell me in rhyme so I know it is truth.
Which unstoppable force can move hell.
If it shines in your eye or causes first cry.
Heed way it's the need for approval.
|Remember all your rulers.
Use your current-one real fast.
Measure wing-tips to the drool.
And prepare to hear the draft.
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