the world, the world - all its foibles and quirks
the world where want want simple things to work!
goodness if found by those who appreciate it,
who know pride & triumph to be complicated
wrapped-up yet unraveled, feeling formulaic
thinly-spread dreamers end up archaic
for all the unkempt tidings strewn to & from,
none ring as true as loving my mom
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