Ever and again I dither,
wrest no wit, insipid, bitter.
Sense as a wreck, tears ensue,
All I want then get home to you.
Ersatz smiles, spurious mores,
Vexatious requitals, angst scores
Intuit devoid of venue,
All I want then get home to you.
For verve as alluring as poems,
restless rapture so often brims,
Ardour far assures my value,
All I want then get home to you.
Ever and again I dither,
All I want then get home to you.
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