Guys Take It Easy This Is My First Kyrielle
Along came a fire and I sat
Down beside her, the Earth's lava.
I move like a mule and a cat.
Not ever a care or botha.'
Wives and kids and money to be made.
Spinning dishes on poles evermore.
I stand a-muck with heart dismayed.
My compass smashed and far from shore.
I sit here now writing this poem.
Kyrielle? Why not? What the hell?
Just two lines left in this flotsam.
Geez, I typed this slow as a snell.
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