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She Comes Without Directions

I remembered I didn't have to  be enchanting.
I cancelled the appointment to remove the wart.
But my sincerity, I am told, needs recanting...
I've been hiding my true nature in a fort.
I wasn't accepting the serenity God was granting,
Though I am NOW considering honesty a blood sport.
So, I am trying to get with the program...
I am dancing as fast as I can.
I know I will be facing the music...
But can't I at least pick the band?

Copyright 2002
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells


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She Comes Without Directions