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Wait. Don't do any-thing.
remember the days ?
remember the days gone by (gone) ?
remember the days that never was ?
that never were ?
(well'o'well ye got it all wrong
got it all wrong any'way)
(did anyone ever remember?
anyone who might re-call ?
the way it was transpired ?
was it real & so translucent ?
one could 'see through' ?
as one could see
we know we know the time
the day
the greatly contrived date
greatly back'dated great
for the healthy well'being
of all who might squirm at the th'ought
might squirm
thought thinking of thoughts
all free for the taking
free for being mista'ken
for being prevaricated
in a time of great dis-ease
a time belonging to no one
to no one
belonging
one to never answer as one ever so states
states of affairs affairs intestate over many
annual reports
recalling what might have been in best stories
of deep loving liars
lying in wait for the unattainable love coming'round
the bend bent so as
to deny the indentation
that made us crawl with empathy and towering
expectations
just waiting to be denied and resented
plucked from hell
though heaven-sent
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