To Whom It Concerns (Slightly Prematurely)
Sabh
Is five
And glad to be alive.
Oisin, Oisin,
You never can be queen
But perhaps, and here's the thing
With a little effort you may, in fact, be king.
(Ogden Nash legalised the use of variable line lengths, poetic license knows no bounds).
Uncle Aesop
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