As watchful as those promised me,
But half-devoid of wit,
They rose earlier in the morning,
And did as they saw fit.
Despite familiar qualities,
Despite the natural bond,
They couldn’t replace what once was,
The entirety of my pond.
For if it came to a choice,
And all had to get in line,
She would be the first one,
And all I desire, mine.
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