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Wise Counsel?
You lock me in a room with no weapons
To fight the waiting lion.
I'd built a hasty tower of chairs
To reach the window,
You could have pulled me out
But you pushed me back
Saying,
"Find a ladder to reach this window."
And you wondered why I was clinging.
Then you pulled the chairs out
and s...
Tuesday 1st June 2021 10:06 am
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