Intrusions end
Don't worry my dear
I won't be there
As you take to the stage, once more
Your revel is clear
I'd hate to stare
As you open your heart to the score
Intrusions are ending
But, rhoems are wending
To make of this life what I may
No certainty here
That the ether is clear
But, still, I have something to say
I won't bother your stride
As I take to the ride
In the only way left
Without feeling bereft
'Tis just as it's been in the past
My existence remaining a fast
Something I never have sought
But the will on its own as it fought
Through the willanuck ways that are taught
Excuse me if rhoems are wrought
For you
I feel pretty certain they will continue. Sigh.
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