Folded my age . . .
Half has been hectic
Days were running like burning.
Just stopped and stared . . .
Found myself scattering as various sane
Been at the wrong lanes.
Wipe and mop the soul . . .
Don't even let any crab fall
Onto the lovely little world.
From that moment,
Words become words not anymore . . .
'Cos I am so sure!
(bs)
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