When submissions rebound
When the shellac ceases to hold the gems
In your bracelets
Don’t hold on to the argument
Just any argument
The life u may have forgotten
Wasn’t like this years ago
The swings were smooth
And the river flew for ever full
Of joy and abandon
And then few rocks
Few turns
And just an argument

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