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Suffer Fools
Suffer fools, who make a joke,
Those who must annoy, prod, and poke
And make mirth from precious things
And wish to tug your heart strings
Until they snap and rip asunder
The walls that hold back the thunder
Of midnight wails and twilight cries
That left unchecked, drown our eyes,
Sap our strength and make us weak
Yet, in the end, fools must follow the meek
Suffer Fools
Suffer fools, who make a joke,
Those who must annoy, prod, and poke
And make mirth from precious things
And wish to tug your heart strings
Until they snap and rip asunder
The walls that hold back the thunder
Of midnight wails and twilight cries
That left unchecked, drown our eyes,
Sap our strength and make us weak
Yet, in the end, fools must follow the meek
I may have been adversely affected by something I saw in the world today. Do you ever wonder about National Poetry Month starting with a day full of practical jokes?
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