Something strange is happening within the Circle of Trust,
Those within have started forming squares,
Some of which contain little triangles,
And drawbridges are no longer all down.
The circle has now stopped growing,
With trust being transferred to Lawyers,
And their Cylinders of papers.
Safely tied up with legal ribbons.
If any more stop holding hands,
We may no longer have a circle we can trust,
To be a round.
With a wave of distrust sweeping the land,
It will need all hands to the pump,
Or all we will see is a flat liner.
It still may be possible to re-establish that which has been lost,
Should we ever see the need to pay the cost,
Of helping the Untrustworthy become trustworthy,
So, the Circle of Trust can be restored to its former glory.
It’s never the one you haven't yet met
It’s the one you will never forget.
With long flowing dark hair
And a wonderful carefree air.
When your with her life's just not the same,
When you’re not, you just think of her name
Do hold her close when she's with you at night
After joyous pleasures both shared with delight.
If in her sleep she might occasionally snore
Your caring heart allows to ignore.
And if in moments of wonderful passion
She experiences an unexpected involuntary session.
It's all hands to the pump
With your throat feeling a lump
Knowing you now love her all the more
Discovering new joys as never before.
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