Life to ubj is a tree without a trunk,
love without a girl,
a class without a professor,
a garden without a plant.
Careless,unmindful, ignorant
he is all,
yet in the summer rains he blissfully smiles,
ubj really is a jockey in the wild.
Love to ubj is a quotient without a divisor,
passion defines holy flames ,
compassion for all save himself,
he runs and waits the rainy season.
Life to ubj is a composition wild,
no beginning no end no rules ,
only the fields in the clouds to him are mild,
help him o lord o merciful great ,
his life is totally in a fountain of nails.
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