Ripples

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Ripples

Circles flow,

Flowers grow,

Circling the waters,

Oh so pretty,

Surrounding my lake.

I stand at the edge,

And remember the sea,

Feel sorry for myself,

I'm never happy,

With what I have.

Recall my blunders,

And fix your life,

My dearest son,

I'm horrible,

Preferring the middle child.

I don't love my life,

I hate my wife,

My bank is poor,

I'm overdrawn,

To be depressed is average.

I watch the ripples,

And remember my past,

Before I reformed,

My drastic change,

My expensive divorce.

Worth it.

A quest unvanquished,

Shall be avenged,

In White Waters.

Mynie

xxx

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