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With Nature’s manifest ever as nude,          Minerals ‘n’ oil in earth as crude;                 And the bases thus crystally-shrewd,          Leave one no space to become rude.         While items, issues, queue in archive,          Instincts, in parallel, rushing to survive;      ’Requires within - the unfailing drive,           To boost up the essential vigour to dive.     This marks, in life, the tending growth,        The move towards the front, and forth;       Such strides ’triggered by inner broth,       ’Making the contents as much of worth.

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