Superstition,
inhibitions,
I like it when you
talk
that way.
Superb and jovial
resentments
with
elderly soul and you
still lie
the way, you
used to.
Keep us
dogging on, begging
Upon;
Request –
and you never
really
cease
to
Follow
Any
Directions.
At least
in the Reality
you alot me
and
beckon forward
towards
meandering roads
and steady
rivers.
Either way…
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