Azare

STRIP

Merry as ever, dejectedc as ever
Elation and mortification as ever
Hearing but hearing; seeing not believing
Askiing when impelled; giving when willing
Refusing when asked; present when intending
Friends-wellmet. The little life we have
Let's share; don't ask, we don't give!
It comes on will. Such privelage of time, freewill
And unruliness is oft refusing.
Many  call you names. You never care
You are bad not mad; nothing changes
IT still go on and on; it will continue
To go till dead cure
Or till infection or disinfection or disease
INDEPENDENCE....
Such disease as these is dare
yet costly with all wits, devotion and sacrifice.


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