I scoff at the turbulent clouds!
I told thee! Now kneel in thought.
Coins and coins, collectible shiny objects.
It wanes and wanes.
Where am I to go now?
After such coin collecting mayhem
and such provable terms revealed!
Off and up the mountain.
With my dog Spike, haha.
No yellow brick roads here.
Just the open ended sea.
I stand on the edge
with the wind's fiddling fingers.
And I smile.
What else can I do?
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