Not an expression I see, be amongst those in my attention
Or the voice I can identify
It is an intact new shire,
In a place I knew, long ago
Bar, for the breadth I took
That made me active
To give me a feeling of home
A little relief to lean on, and feel permitted
And a taste of another reception
That gave me doubts to bash it,
Not to give a reference that sometimes
Even my site doth,
Does allot disquiets
And a while away
From where I’ll be, at that time
A practice of a second fare
Again, I have not been me
Replies that includes me, to no memoirs
I bid less in extra chatting
I have hearkened plentiful.
