I brush with the very brim strokes of the land. The greens and the reds and the yellows understand. Put me in a candle and I'll light it with a fan. It smells of the sweetness and the kindness of the land. Break dropper, weight flopper, people of a tin. Strong as a killer bee, but heavy as a man. Willingly and urgently anticipating damns. Well, we all fam. Unlikely as I am. Through the tunnel first. Who? "Kazaam! "Blam!" Don't shame it, I'm just a man. Heavy is the thirst of the curse of "I am". I blame shit. Don't mame shit. That's a flim. But that's the only way that Ima kick it to a fem. And that's the only way that I'ma check it. If it's dim. Hard is the lights in the action of a sin. I prey myself, I win. I'm ready. I'm in. International Nations. I work for the IN not the UN there too many secrets that lie in the GN. Like the assistance in a flash of a camera in a lens. Haghhh! get that....try Vocab credible.!
Government(gn) or actually the guide number for a camera lens to measure its ability to illuminate the subject to be captured.