Old Crap.

Weigh words in gold
And meaning in diamonds,
Life exists on paper,
Legal, A4 and Bond.

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Winter freezes me over
One last time,
For the rains bring forth
Whispers of destiny...
But spring brings forth a vivid beauty,
A beauty of age and mature love...
Love for the alma mater.

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And this dance, done right
Takes away my rage, my light...
Swaying in the pale moonlight
This happy tale I write...