Drawing conclusions with thoughts full of lead,
Heavy thoughts in my head,
Creates the hazardous dread of falling down hard
So they are carefully decorated with my guard.
An ode too early to earlier on,
A friendly unforgiven, just given the arms.
The harm in this armistice
Is betting an incomplete table setting,
Washington, lost in a gray bedding.
Tentative bets set in summer's June,
Because you cannot see a brand new moon.
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