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So all the Angst has subdued

And Sobriety rules the Order of the

Day as the

Benefactors will be

Home in a few days

And Have to remain

Sane

But then there is a Certain sense

What the magicians call the

Sleigh of the Hand

A Feeling of Wondrous Peace

Talking and Writing

To Friends for if they

Were not there than Brutus would

Be a Honourable Man

What about the Ordinary Person


Who brings the Extraordinariness



In the Sobriety

So inherent in Them

Sobriety is the Mast of the Toiling Class

Cos Sobriety comes Natural

To Them as they

Did with Travesty

Face to Face with a wry Smile

The Hallmark of Sobriety


Did not Understand this though


Does not make sense

Ah! the idea was not make One

Understand

But Express the Intricacies

Of being Sober to Cope

With Life



When there is high Tide

The Fisherman would

Advise

You to go into the deep seas

Because it will

Push you back if things go rough

But a Calm Sober Sea could




Have to be dealt with a Sober

Outlook expectingg the Worst

A Storm a Cyclone but


Why

Talk about

Fishermen

It is

To talk the

Farmer as Well