No lights

There were no lights

But burning wicks

And delights

Dry fetid sticks

Should you write

Not in braille

Yet lacking sight

Might you fail

Then a battle

to progress

Shake a rattle

To win success

Leave the cave

No climate change

The al fresco rave

Time is strange

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