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Appart From the Morass
As I sit in my vanquished glory,
Waiting for the elusive hot short black,
I contemplate the lines of my story,
That will hopefully bring my mercy back,
And as I find it has ever been,
I give a grin and a deep laugh,
And remember, though not always seen,
It is a merry and winding path.
Ah yes, a laugh will always make tbe sunshine on anyone.
Nicely written...sensitive
Amy
Gentle is the night♥