Relaxing in my easy chair
Fed and watered leaning back
Winter dustings on my window
Flaming coals cut me some slack
Let the world go where it will
I rest my anchor hard and fast
Content with pleasant limitations
No flags flying on my mast
Sweeping dusty thoughts of old
Cannot penetrate my muse
As I wonder at the state of play
All forms of conflict I recuse
All forms of conflict I recuse
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