I greet thee I entreat thee
If you must sail out into the bay
Like all the others before you
To help establish whole new countries
I’d like you to notice first
This tiny unknown bug
Who has fallen into my coffee
Walking now my toothpick tightrope
Into the light you carefully offered
Somehow I expected you would keep
Both him and me in mind among the great
Things you intended and decreed
You just seemed like that kind of day
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