With no patience, a tirade continues,

Gulfs of frustration and vicissitude flow from a small mouth,

Not designed to be this way in the world.


So, we listen and discern the needed action,

Carefully kayaking through the rapids which are visible to her,

But not to me.


When sailing seems like a better option.

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