The poem that follows is full of rhyme.  It’s full of darkness.  It’s full of thought.  It’s full of sh– well, that, not so much.  However, just try not to get too tangled in the rhyme to see the forest for the trees…someday you might be in that forest, and you’ll wish you had remembered the map that showed you the route out.

Resignation

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