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BAD BARD POETRY
Leaving
They are calling me
Yes, they’re calling me
Though who they are
I cannot see.
They’re telling me
It will be alright
Not to worry
Not to fright
That this trial
Will be over soon,
And of anticipation
In a different room
These ethereal harbingers
Are firm and clear
So it’s not for me
That I hold fear
But for each one
I leave behind
That I cannot aid
Or bring peace of mind.
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