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An inconvenience

An Inconvenience

 

It’s funny I thought,

How we seem fraught,

When someone needs a hand.

 

It tars the brush,

And makes us hush,

When they seek future hellos.

 

For once we’ve stepped in,

We hid from our kin,

When they reach out to us.

 

Such a shame you see,

Well the joke is on me,

As cake was in the offering.

 

But now my mind is made,

My time will be saved,

By such and inconvenience!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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