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In-back-of-it-all
Paula ARay
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So what’s wrong?
Nothing.
No its something… what is it?
OK!
In-back-of-it-all, I have only one fear,
A fear of losing the one I hold dear.
“But please!” the inquiry and how it does sear.
“How can I comfort? And make it be clear?”
I answer in mock gist, the reasoning of a mere…
“It’s the feeling of foreboding that seems oh so near.”
“It’s my deep selfish, yearning much worthy of leer.
This pondering miser ridden worry, Just wearing me clear.”
“but the up-coming , down-bringing lost-ness pierces my heart like a
spear.”
So maybe I will take the advice of a well-meant peer.
How is that for nothing my dear?
“Or I will just forget it with a tall glass of fear.”
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