Beautiful smell
of the morning
Is not burning fat
To attend to chores
But about the projectile
The beauty of the projectile
And the health
Of the projectile
Once its cannonballs
Are shot
And cannonades
Hit
in the right mode
Fired at
The appropriate target
Morning is enclosed
As aiming short
At wondrous wealth
And tranquil lives
By greater numbers
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