Exchanging cloddish giggles
Gawky, flailing limbs
Quota, reaching, nibbles
Cloth to dot our chins
Predictable mindless chatter
We must appear intrigued
An opening to flatter
Allows a moment of relief
And during this scenario
Our hearts will both, descend
At the transition of the , stereo
Subject ends, til next begins
Once the fresh tape rolls
Our joy just won’t be tamed
It may not feed our souls
But...
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