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That dog was conspiring to keep us from rhyming. It did not succeed ;)
As I proceed to indite in reluctancy A vortex in my mind opens up to me With my imagination running wild Is it no wonder I feel beguiled So much in there, oh what to choose I have my sanity to lose My feet in mud, my head held low No thought neatly in a row So many thoughts to contemplate on When one enters, a dozen are gone My love is vast and covers many things Remaining open for new ones it brings Give me one woman here to kiss: my agony would turn to bliss my cottonballs would turn to brain give me that sweet, bitter, pain Moving the tide and changing the subject and take a moment on my life to reflect if at all it is possible for one to create a contented mind before it’s too late A black dog joins me in the void that's me, I'm mightily annoyed give me a ladder to climb out I'll treat you to a stout! *** August 5, 2017 Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
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