To read them out
Read them anyway
Silently or loudly
Either way you lose nothing
And don’t risk anything
You will get knowledge
And knowledge is power
You will be powerful and rich
In return I will be a poet
You take a turn, very sharp
As you wish not
To make me a poet
But you know I am very sorry
No matter
Whether i become a poet or not
But obviously you become poor.
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