I did not know you thought yourself
a pundit and a pedagogue.
I envisioned a dialogue:
you delivered a monologue.
BAA
I am weary of this body.
It plods along like an old nanny,
out of milk
and a far cry from honey.
It doesn't dance like it used to,
it doesn't run and jump
and turn somersaults:
it barely flies.
On the other hand,
it still sits
with increasing stillness
and it breathes
quite deliciously.
So I might as well love it
while I've got it.
Soon enough
it will give up the goat.
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