Let go,
And just slip
through the weather
Smoothly cut
down the air
Like a feather
And soothingly
Rest in my
Unworthy arms
I offer you no sunshine
No roses, but no lies
Only a cup
of soulful musings
And a faithful
smile
By Monoid the Confessor
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
Cowboys and Indians
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