Gentle poet, what will you share with me today? Will it be a song of your travels? About your nest? Or your friends?
I sit, hands folded in my lap. I wait for your thoughtful musing, enjoying the sight of you. What a pleasure you are.
But wait - what? In a bad mood you find yourself? Well, we all feel like that sometimes. Oh. Really? It's not that bad, is it? Oh, I see. That is troubling. What a pity. I hope you feel better. Let's catch up another day.
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