.When I ran to you
Expecting open arms and warm tea
I got sour rind and sop
When I ambled toward you
Bridging bramble toward the sea
I stuck only in the stubble
The thistle by the barn
Rallies its barbs like swords
From arid land not wicked, but dry
When I wante.
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