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Blissful state that tumbles kingdoms
Frees the wary from their phantoms
When the naughty boy of misrule
Fires arrows wild and cruel:
Every hit can start rebellions
Bring on unrestrained illusions,
Landscapes razed by fierce accension
Just to gain that sad attention.
Once achieved the game is up
Blindfold lad has drained his cup
Lost his interest, moved askance
Searching for his next big chance
Young or old is no great matter:
One becomes mad as a hatter
Others shrug the arrows off
Grin and bear it, do not scoff.
Everything remains a choice
Nothing, reason to rejoice.
Go the distance if you dare
Sure, the chubby wouldn’t care
Easy come maybe, or go
Love at random: ever so
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From Aspects of Attraction
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© HMH, 2014