The deep end of my heart:
Alas, when I jump in!
I drink in deep, and fall to sleep,
Not realizing it’s poison.
So many believe in miracles:
And I have seen a few,
Where my poison turns to wine;
And wine to poison, too.
I’m still watching for the trick,
Trying to get the hang of it.
Maybe I can turn it back;
Barring that, I’ll get it writ.
Always that punching!
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