HER ROADMAP?… a poem

Her protean nature

Made her difficult to read

Just when I thought

I’d figured her out

It was I who would concede

Through years of observation

And patience at their best

Fail, still would I

A gullible guy

Until my final day of rest

Stickman, Thinking, Worry, Confused

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