Sweet sounds of a morning
The chit chats of the birds
An early worm while in loaming
And the monkeys playing the cards
My paralysis keeps me mum
My lame smile fades
And the plans in cascade
Constantly lost in a morning bid
And my gestures are badly lit
You keep me loosely held
Beneath a slipperly well I bend
My memory keeps the wrong kind
Keeps regrets on a moist pad
Am in know of the big loss
And this heart will miss a boss
Yet my day will be in full
The package I initially had null
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