The time taken to just stop…
And Identify the connection.
Verify the attachment to the cause.
It would remedy possiblities of grief!
But that suggestion…
Like others shared and debated,
Loses its comfort…
When a mind wants to prove,
How a fool can indure…
Without a thought to connect,
Prior to rejecting its relationship to common sense!
It is just not recognized at all!
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