Getting there

You say I argue like a butterfly and only get there by accident: a flirt is what you say I am, not taking any straight way but playing here. Smiling about nothing, lifting my eyes just then and changing as often as the shadows change to a different sky and day. And I admit, yes, to little love of locomotive truth. It is not th e rails I travel on, but with the view.

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