I'm paused before the rush affronts
chilly north winds stopped at my front door
my heater won't let them in
the bergs should be okay, I burn vegetable oil
but the people, that's a totally, whole now for real different story
anticipation and nerves don't phase them in the least
they say, "a word is a word, I gave mine and you follow it!"
and I try - though not always with success
our relationship has changed
he's not who I thought she was
form has either transfigured or mine eyes have been uncovered
as success is not a big, furry, hefty, llama like I thought it was.
I thought that success was a llama.
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