Ishouldnt have a care at all
I'm kind
Too weak for me to stand tall
Horror flick when I picture this man giving his all
I am proper
My imagination is usually a careless draw
Would love to comprehend slower
But my heart is worn on my shoulder
Even though it is not in my body, to the touch it is warm
I characterize my weakness as a fall
As a judge of who I am
William K. Butler
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