Faintly I lied
Softly I cried
Deftly I sighed
The suitable ravings of the respectably mad
Feeling outrageous and secretly glad
Wondering why they are perennially sad
The boisterous dancing of the gleefully hip
Interrupting their studies for just one more sip
Deriding their mates whenever they slip
Happily I said
All in my head
Intellect now fed
The bursting words of a penitent man
Trying to exclaim everything that he can
Wonderfully detailing an intricate plan
So quietly now do the fresh faces roam
Farther and father away from their home
Bless them they recite a magnificent tome
Mindful I wrote
Clutching my throat
Soften this note
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