How many do you know with that indecisive bent?
I'm not one, but realize that misgiving trait disallowing
brevity, or concise sojourn.50,60,90-years? ... sojourn.
My 166-year-old (a hundred added for [obvious] allusion)
has been precision in decision as I run into trees. Oh...
they weren't their at first, someone/someTHING runs out
into my path a second before arrival and plants these...
noble features in nature, to nurture my nature...
my Wolverine nature. This raspy demon eats imagination,
leaving naught but bones....
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