Feedback from a Mystic
with a happy, smiling face,
‘Andrew arose to dream a life
shortly before his birth;
choosing a fate to rock you,
to knock you off your perch;
a courier from the highest,
teaching to be yourself.
‘Stop all your pointless whining,
smile like the sun, use warmth
melting the walls of your wardrobe,
smashing the glass of your pane.’
For he’s a jolly good fellow,
when the saints go marching in.
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