Tomorrow is beautiful,
But let's not be coy
I went saw a truthifer
He said i enjoy
The Countless encroachables
That don't press the door
But wait in our whimsied words
Tales of distant shores
What's more! Croaked the truthifer
No fool should you be
If wanting leaves you waiting
For perfect lady
I let off the melody
Of a pulsing panting smitten soul
Luck be to you, wisened one
For tuning to my goal
Now fireside approaches
Forgetting true grit
A warming awaiting immanence
Reader, do you wit?
For if you do
Don't rid of it
I need something
till tomorrow
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