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For so long,
you have done, so much, for so little. It is the least that I must do to say somehing more than thank-you. I watch and wish,
to help I would, but help I cant. Your pain I see, your plea I hear, if it were up too me, your troubles I would bear. I wish -- you won't, level the veil and to your wails I must hear and not respond. Knowing this and something more I offer and lend my ear, if nothing more. I hope and pray that this is enough to help cope and to give a ray If more I could, if you would, I will. If nothing, this is nothing less; your stance, your strength -- a standard to follow. Crashing, pounding, thundering
it beats upon, it wears, it erodes, it tears crashing that which is pounded upon. Again, again, and again it comes in, never stopping, never ceasing, never halting again, that which is pounded upon. Today, yesterday, and tomorrow it taunts me, my thoughts, my mind, my brain today, it haunts me. Roaming, roving, drifting,
searching for the place to be. That spot that offers all, shade, height and gaiety. Stretching, relaxing, lounging, always beneath its boughs. Provide each and every, a dimmed glimmer of hue. Reaching, pulling, climbing, amid its mighty branches. Gives one a chance to see, so much more because of thee. Dancing, playing, singing, the time passing cherrished. Amongest thy lofty spread, each finds gala merriment. When I was done looking, that place I sought to be. It’s aside people like you, a friend who is a tree. An event of horror so horrible,
Germed in Gomorra too deplorable, It slouched among the depths till potable, lixuor supped as unholy peccable. Wrought by prophet, in station brought low; Pauline's ride aped, to attempt an overthrow'; Masked by reform, ill sought a nuncio; Spun Mass around, towards a seraglio. |
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