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I’m holding my breath
Till the cows come home,
My eyes are widening fast.
The beat of my heart is a thunderous roar,
Will the die ever be cast?

My teeth are clenched
And my stomach a stone,
And I’m sure I’ll be here forever.
A metaphysical marvel for aeons to come,
A victim of being too clever.

For the rhymes and chimeras,
That fatten the pages,
And maketh this charmed odyssey,
See morrows all shrouded on happenstance waves;
An ocean of me and of thee.

My cockles are soaring,
Simpatico it reigns,
Two rosy cheeks now turning blue;
I’m waiting for the cows to come home you see,
I’m waiting in stasis for you.

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