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Without end it seems this unruly drought,

This fabulous lack of frippery.

Just when its persistence proves in doubt

My yellow brick road becomes slippery.

I have no answers to the big questions,

The ones that burden your mind past midnight.

I lack helpful hints, worthy suggestions

Or the power to set everything right.

What a boon it would be, then, for the frills -

Not one occasion would go unnoted.

Soothing sympathies, quaint moments of thrills -

Countless chances to prove I'm devoted.

Indeed, in those great and desperate hours

I should be the one who sends you flowers.