Sorry All Over

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I’m sorry, I really am

Trying to convince myself

As they come tumbling off our shelf

And we start all over again


Rattling around my brain

Saber tongue polished sharp

Play the buttons on your autoharp

Make you bulge your basal vein


We argue for awhile

Seems we need not practice

The art of managed malice

Folios line our shelf with guile


Coupled as we are madame

Our rhymes take on a cast

Won’t heal our broken past

I’m sorry still, I really am.

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