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A clash of Titan's proverbs
and a slew of worded prose
Has left many an age old rhyme-time
Egg shell-walking on their toes.

If it came down to leaving my bee line trail a mile long
I don't belive you could really object.
This face gathers arms folded cross ways, strapped and a pocket picked.

Let us find those dapple days and wish them well.
It is all we will ever have or know.