FrolicA Poem by JoelThere are times when in rhyme it makes words flow toward the bitterness and in the end when it's sang what's to be praised then left again there stands always.. And never again will there be lack for even in darkness a better way and even to say as should be said it all lingers about teetering gently teasing toward the end
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