Trigger not
Trigger I not the parts of today
That which of your heart displays.....
I wish to mute in words written convey
I hail the winds of change with fear
Come comrades mine
Follow not a leader....
Mindless! !
Quaker of hear
Yet strong of mind
Swim across the passive waters
I live in shallow depths
An island life in water surrounds
Find not a canoe to my place
My efficiency here questionable and at stake
I work for the family fine
All of them but mine
Here I live in overalls
Humble grounds of gibber gabs
Trust me, I speak of fears
Not, but with tears.......
Armed with friends I live.....
You see the old tale so begins
The Lady fell in love
And odd tale begins
He did his best to fit her in
But alas gave it up
For here she was a woman
Pure of heart
Stood staunch by him.....
And saw beyond the petty little things...
The world found her strong
This woman
She forever an enigma to him to remain............
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