A Measured Bow
Cripple that thought and walk me slow
'Cos your winged words fly too high
my sprinting ear cant measure your stride
Cripple that idea and walk me slow
If you intend to melt my sigh
With your meaningless noisy pride
'Cos I intend to take a measured bow
So flag a crow and hike me nigh
Needless our faded kisses springs so wide.
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