Three Solicit Wry Things


All come by unnoticed;
And go back the same way
(Like a gushing angry young tide;
still immature!
That has for long been fostered
Along the gauche flow -- askew)
The only way we realize
Their jangling presence
Is from the abrasion and trauma
That they have left behind,
Along with a hundred other diseases!

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