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by Carl Halling

In such a state
As this
I could fall
In love
With anyone.
The night
Before last
I went
To the ball
Couples
Filing out
I wanted to be
One half
Of ev'ry one
But I didn't want
To lose "her".

I've done little today
Except mope
Dolefully around
I'll get over
How
I feel now,
And very soon.
Gradually
I'll freeze again,
Even assuming
An extra layer
Of snow.
I have
I have
I have
To get out of here...

My capacity for
Social warmth,
Excessive social dependance
And romantic zeal
Can be practically
Deranging;
It's no wonder
I feel the need
To escape.
I feel trapped here,
There's no outlet for my talents.

Adapted from a piece from "Spawn of the Swinging Sixties" (2008)

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