my friend
this time you announce your arrival
a twinge, a little pain, a note of music
i never know when you will come again
today is rare; i heard you open the door
they say i could rid myself of you, the
would make me even-keeled and a
i could even go natural, st.john's wort
i think you scorn those of bubbly chatter,
over the din you would surely shrink away,
dear friend, do not leave me, you are my muse today; --Nitty
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