Dreams and Awakenings The good feelings
cursed
They shoot darts at the good habit
Visit often stir up a hornet's nest forms Or throw
greetings to
knuckleheads
However
Ignoring the punishments and rewards
Like a rock in front of a mirror
I hope the appointed time
The right time
The fortuitous moment
In
I can stand And say, to the four compass roses
Not enough wine in my wake, or the clandestine kiss, a coitus interruptus!
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