Watch the woeful wretch that’s watching
Never knowing that neither are near
For fear from freedom finding folly
While waiting with worry he wanders quite near
Sensing such searing sorrow is certain
He Loathes lamenting loves lackluster cheer
So ceaselessly searching such solace was sought
Face frozen in rictus forever I fear
Dave Brackeen
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