This is a sad poem about sin and wasted time.
with infants in our mouths, let’s talk about
s(in)
all of us(e)
our lives in a similar fashion- we add to
H(our)S
of wasted time-
let us sink away and get wrinkles and all die
(be- fore
we -come)
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