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The Ides Of March

Aren't we tired of all this doom and gloom?
come to my paradise - no elephant in the room;
no floods, no virus, welcome to be one of us,
we know that we're transitory - so why all the fuss?

We may as well remember exactly what we like,
before the 15th - when disaster might strike,
that was the Roman calender - when Caeser died,
now it's our time, let me be your spiritual guide,

What were your best times? Wow, did you do that?
when no devils on your shoulders sat,
it's etched forever, no one can take it away,
plant yourself back there - a memory for today.

We will go on, nothing will stand in the way,
those ides will be crushed, no divide as of today.


Copyright © Terry Reeves

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