Trapping

Ever one to pull the grade
Songs of silence
Never made

 

Pull the truth
Begin the pact
When icing is a cake
On tract

 

To storm and rage
The ever-flow
The wit on stage
Begins to blow

 

And as I look
For peace and smiles
In patience for
A little while …

 

I round the round
In rounder styles

 

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