Things Have Been Incomplete
Life is with halves replete,
No one real thing complete,
As things gladly deplete
And these sadly repeat:
Someone could include heat
And a drunk wet soil peat
I : a rock-n-roll beat
And clothes sewn from long sheet,
Because they at last shrink
And go ahead to stink;
My prestige starts to sink…
Things have been incomplete
And often this we meet.
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