I march the real to never take away.
in this life this happy play.
"to which we three have heart to play a part"
due to things mixed in confusion I'm fixed.
yet in it just so funny cute and stupid.
like a autistic son or daughter.
why they dong consider me a bother.
as in the ides and traipes of divinities power.
a better muse for a more amusing hour.
and unto the shadow s of Midnight zeal.
the real makes you so funny to feel.
that one caught up in truth in mad feelings.
the evidence of " the realings"
at thy concerns request made an appt for my issues.
and requested a reminder call.
do I won't off it fall.
mercy ma hey pops yo the tops.
and other love, oddly
©Pat Connor
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