Let's be come'n getters
Unbinding all matters
for our child's sheltters
to future weathers
Since that last bell chime
Fortune runs it's dimes
going forth in lines
so as in meantime...
you come set me free,
go to leave me be,
or strive to claim me!
By the terms of now
When hearts seem to crawl
To "may be" I "live" all.
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