On a Whim

Fill up my cup
Not quite to the brim
So I can take a sip
Without having to swim
Tell me what’s up
Sing me an old hymn
One with a hidden quip
And a slight, damning vim
This may be abrupt
But my light is dim
And I’m losing my grip
I’ll take passion on a whim

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