sluggish the day goes, to and fro, with birds stealing my songs and trees leaning down to whisper words of yesterdays wisdom. come and take my patience, and take me with you. Leave me not lowly, lonely, but keep me by your side. I am ok with going where you go, or following you to the ends of the page, but not sure how much farther. My words have been misconstrued before and yet again they fall by the wayside, to deaf ears that pay no mind to try to interpret anyway.
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