The Dormant Poet to the Silly hermit

Oh thou hermit,

You want too much,

A cost you shall pay for it,

You must come out and play

 

The beast has to be tamed,

The throbbing heart must be maimed,

For being broken is required,

Your bliss poor hermit is not desired

 

Them they crayon smiles on the plastered faces

But your hearty laughter is a prick

Shadow thy face with grime,

For pure sparkly eyes; a crime

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