Social limitation on growing discipline is never condition limited by extra consideration of boldened regression for unhappiness discovered at times of the shuffle's triumph.

They come in all sizes.  They cover all floors. 


They love the smile.  The shove past the door.


They run in circles.  They fit in the hand.


Where is it that the cold ways of normalcy have gone?  They have not been as planned.


But the doctors are writing, the hold on friendship abounds.


Who is it we witness in the honor of the found.


But the witnesses are not always angry, the day never fully lost.


Will there be honesty and courage
In the darkest of light?


Never Again.