Go my sweet child,
Seek other arms to hold and wish you well;
This old guy’s had his fill of kiss and tell
And wishing well when all needs done and sent away.
Go my angel of short wings,
Seek some other ear to pull
And fill with droll and dull debate,
This guy’s undone his ears and mind
And buries all for match and fire
And wishes night’s moon
Would wane like candle’s flame
When chill wind blows it to a dull sleep.
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2004/5 POEM.

