Wasp nest
Out West. In fest Wishes Best, Sting abatement. Call indictment. In the ring, Crowd excitement. Where have they gone? Ties once thought strong. Alright, now wrong. Confetti paper all along. I think today, Not much to say. Come out and play. Don’t run away. But run they have. No balm or salve Can ease the burn Of how things turn. Tough in mind. A quiet time. Caress the feel Of what's now real. Old friend, old friend. Hope can't amend. At least remember Beginning’s end. 2/8/24
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