One man was waiting for another
Man and he was serving for him.
Each of them was waiting for
The total one or fourth one.
The early four workers in time.
I had never wore their minds.
It didnt ever paint their pleasures
Towards my mind.
These four workers had exited
Around my outside.
From the three workers,
Did like to frame the fourth one.
After fourth came what will
Do against the remaining
There .
I do not like any waiting
Nor any type of service.
I am the fourth one.
You shall hit me when you
Heard :
I am the fourth one.
Blame all this four make it
One.
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