A Dope To Cope
If songs stop to sail,
and dance steps turns stale,
if paintings turns pale;
if wealthy words wail,
an art can avail.
If flowers fail,
and tears leaves trail
...joy is in jail,
and reasoning rail,
only one tale
will prevail
to grant bail.
a dope
to cope:
Hope.
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