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hiccups. Poetry

Delay Wanton.


Delay, delay it is all through

not for one in a way

it is why I do not know

a  stalemate in every flow

nothing passes quick

faces hiccups could be a trick

or else an ignorance  plain

wish not to see a gain

an invigoration on the move

a persistent drag as a proof

it is hard to endure any more

like to bash them  before

they realize the devastation

they would succumb to a distortion

let me wait and watch anyhow

could be my day in an allow.delay