POEM: That Hire Power

Sometimes when I due things my weigh, it just leads me back to the eternal that things out better when I employ .

That Hire

That hire
Put me on
Halve it my weigh
A small Jōb
Alight wait
Fore whom shall I send
That cache in
Mysteriously helled
Just as I AM
Employing the while

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