Twas neither scorn my boy
nor cold indifference.
Twas waters to the neck
the threat of undertow
predators come and go
and flash their botox smiles,
twas all a bit too much
and grump evolved
again, I say to you,
remind the King's own words,
Twas what it was and now
we can reveal its essence: tis.
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