Do not talk to me about moderation

I have packed it away with my sweaters and gloves


Don't preach to me about taking things slow and

letting things take their course


It is almost May and the days are stretching out,  

the streetlights don't start humming until eight 


There will be time for adult conversations in the fall

I promise to be reasonable and patient by then



now it is Spring and I am 


so I will say what I want 

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