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This Place Persists?
Who knew the lights would be on?
A greater gift, there is none!
What has become of you all?
How many still haunt these halls?
One name I see rings a bell,
and I hope they're doing well,
but while I am here, pray tell...
Who's shelling out for the rent?
Times are as tough as they're spent:
slowly yet without relent,
'til you review the expense,
and vacate all your pretense,
and bellow, hark! I've returned!
And no lessons have I learned!
But I've aged, and that's something!
Now would someone lend me a
wage that might replace my own?
Then I could stay home and write!
Or SAY I might and dawdle!
Either way, I would prosper
and then I'd at least offer
occasional distraction.
That would be purpose enough.
