Wonder if we’ll ever see the year?
See it all way through.
Wonder if we’ll be holding on?
I hope for you.
Waiting within the wings,
For what?
Some kind of altruicity?
I pray for you.
Now that the ides of March
Has gone,
What else is there to worry me?
This one’s for you.
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