For Frat Twins In Class By Themselves
This march is over
each bipolar attacks
got all attention;
only, its been too long
pain of cold lingering.
I'll be your shoulder
I'll hand you coat of wool
I'll fan each hot fear
and when hope is lost, march
so forecast brings calm view.
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