The Anatomy of Discord
From the tip of my toes
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This ride I'm on
Leads to the dump.
I, refuse that I am,
Refuse to jump.
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When the festivities at home
Get too frightful,
And you're wishing for
A quiet night full,
...
I built the playhouse
To withstand
The seige of time.
Like Hadrian,
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The vaporous air clings
To my winter window.
I draw a childish happy face
With my middle finger,
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The perimeter
Has been laid out;
A fine frame
To encase our landscapes.
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