Pronouns
are like
water
While
not as
flavorful
As
other
beverages
It’s
a fresh
element
That’s
a big
deal
When
you try
living
Without
them
Pronouns
are like
water
While
not as
flavorful
As
other
beverages
It’s
a fresh
element
That’s
a big
deal
When
you try
living
Without
them
If you can brave storms of “Solo? On this day?”
And deflect pity with chuckle, turning dismay into play.
A good man with a gun will some day save us, they say, but he’s seldom present, prepared or prone to act in that urgent hour.
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