Quarter has lots of shelter
It shows in fours as an alter.
Quarterly results have volumes to infer.
The quarters are lovely decipher.
The quarter of the world is land.
The rest is water in eternal grand.
One quarter of the world has light in hand.
The next quarter has night in brand.
The first quarter of the year takes rapid stride.
Mild set back settles in the next quarter’s ride.
Followed by fatigue in the third quarter’s side.
Finally the last quarter seeks a hide.
Quarter professes a sluggish 
demeanour.
It induces a slight intoxication in the behaviour.
This specific fraction is bereft of grandeur.
As it has no gusto in the life’s reservoir.
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