Very few remember to giggle
And their waists wriggle,
When they should’ve been hissing
Over The Unhappily Missing:
Very few with their fingers still describing Victory,
In dumbfounding defiance of a frustrated history…
Warranting deafening bangs on a table
Of one badly wanting ‘The stable’.
Thinking have I been of Endurance,
That to a sufferer is some assurance,
That he shall later his big dreams...
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