Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

Angry glances over shoulders, turning quickly to regret,
Steps sprite with fear held over, leaden quickly into fret.
Don't dawdle for it's held too long, the notion being caught,
a conclusion always going wrong, reason missing, never wrought.
Expectation of the other, unexceptional, disappointments measured over,
characteristically too, conventional, neither ours to claim as holder.

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