For those of you (the dwindling germs...gems)
who've asked
where I've been (licking wounds that haven't come yet)
as of late:
There's a time (it comes, like spring, it comes)
I've learned
when I shouldn't do this:
when I might
be fool enough (don't laugh)
for the truth.
Sing it a capella, friend. (used loosely, of course)
I'm sure that you still can.
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