Like a wave of water is my temperament;
Hither & titter it sways without much scent.
Our recent quarrels, I do regret;
Our joint laurels, I decoratively set.
Allow our moments to come without baggage, &
Pray our grudges we'll somehow manage.
I send my apologies to you with dear sincerity, &
I wish to be forgiven by your kind generosity.
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