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On this sunny day I sit upon the bow of life that hath given me a gift
I wait in silent reverie as a tune of cold laughter sits precariously to my left shoulder
On the right a hum of warmth reaches my ears so much louder
A swamp of fear clenches within my gut as i hear the giggles over yonder no longer
It comes and goes, as I ready for the blows I will undoubtedly encounter
The shock of cold and the words of fools I hear now at my side
Dearest god why hath thy given me such trickster of childe as companion
Now I sit here, cold down to the bone listening as they scramble to hide
On this sunny day I sit upon the bow of life that hath given me a gift
I wait in silent awareness as the tune of cold laughter grows louder
And the hum of warmth grows stronger
Now here I go to stand, as I retaliate with my own hand
A wave of shouts on the first of April
And happy birthday to a wicked angel
--- RR. blu3teacup ☆
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