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"Goodness"
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Sad It don't matter if we chatter,
Endlessly all night and day,
And no one misses that when this is,
More than quite what I have to say.
"Oh where am I? I'm not at home at all!"
Listen to poor tides, ill fortunes,
Given hail from spring to fall.
Broken castles, age-old hassles,
Given way to what I've been.
Can't control the superbowl,
When I'm stuck in the frickin van.
So amusing how I'm losing,
Less than what I've gained each day.
So surprising, reasons rising,
Nothing goes without its say.
-Lo Ruhamah
So amusing how I'm losing,
Less than what I've gained each day.
So surprising, reasons rising,
Nothing goes without its say.
the first two lines of that stanza are especially wonderful.