Returns

Flee, you shadows of yesteryears

We wouldn’t want to truck with past!

Aren’t you like some ancient urn-

Hollow at soul, yet decked withal?

That you are so full guile

Nobody would dare deny!

That you come without summons

Who would even care recall?

You catch us at such moments

Where anything but you would do!

You sneak in where the angels

Would never, even in dreams, dare!

We were so fed up, that we even-

Invented a theory to keep you dry!

Aren’t you something to re-enter

Our cute, blissful and barmy world……

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