waiting thus to state my cold complaint.

waiting thus to state my cold complaint.
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          I no longer write of
          fond times and good
          memories..

          because I've lost the
          imagination to create..

          something true, exterior
          to such wish in me.

          (greater than my Own
          Odd Lonely Fate.)
          _

          Nor do I weep for
          typical causes which
          inspire,

          (a tear within the eye
          of Every Saint.)

          but rather sit beside
          a Dying Fire!!

          (waiting thus to State
          My Cold Complaint.)

          J.Stephen.H.