I am a nice, caring person,
And with some apt precision
I will aptly express division,
An equation that has a sum.
We can look, but do we care,
And we can sombrely so stare
At what to observably beware -
The remanding council lair.
If you have a lot you can rot
Sometimes in what is forgot,
As in the poor being so sore
With living life so hardcore.
Be aptly generous in your giving
And feel nice with your sharing,
And appreciate rather than hate
With a reward at heaven's gate.
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