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I'm not going to just reel around in anticipatory giddiness tonight,
Nor cloud it with easy party courtesy that runs from solitude's fertile ground
As if Prozac chased with Viagra allows for wild ferns of exuberance
Armed against the coal of crankiness, the diamond of despair.
No, I got work to do, as long as there's rain and wind
I don't have to tax with unkindness to begin severing roots
So that the plant that survives society's storm
Has at least a chance in her eyes.