What is life’s buffer
when, for other people’s crimes, you must suffer?!
I feel like a duffer
being victimised by a handcuffer!
Then, little by little,
in life’s thorny thistle,
before you Phew(!) and whistle
You feel that beautiful joy nestle
And you think it’s a dream
Just a fantasial peaches and cream
Yet, there is a real window realm
That makes the seamless actually seem
A little birdie dog brings you bail
Just before you say: To no avail!
Your mind is back on the rail
This love has so solid a trail
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