Retrospect

The muddy waters swirled with insincere moments

and remnants of half thunk sentiments.

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I splashed in it for a time in ignorant bliss
as I disregarded the muck on my dress.

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The first great storm blew in and all was

frozen there for me to see the warning hints.

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I slipped and fell and was hurt more than once,

while I planned to escape the mess.

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I decided enough, for our folly had no logic,
and logic allowed no such laments.

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...I should have chose a better puddle.

NDC 12/08

smooch