Impress me before you address me

Cowardice is not my style, besides, I like to crack a smile,
so if you're ever in the glade,look me up, I'm in the shade.
I wander sometimes from place to place, looking for ways to join the chase. But never a word can be discussed unless you've heard from both of us.

I'll take your hand if you shake mine too, for wherever we land the deed will ensue, now, after we've kicked back and tossed down a few, we can put matters in proper review.
The pack on my back is all tattered and torn, and waiting for someone to make it well-worn.

So jump up or get up and take a delight in all that you bring from your victorious fight, shall we be the less for the ones we confess are our brothers or sisters who may be in distress?

Along came a spider and spun its huge web, and under the covers, annonymous was Leb. this fellow who took on more 
than he could chew, would soon start to find out the ones
he out-grew. Now spin me a tale that is finer than silk,
and put all your honey in a tall glass of milk.

for when I am lucky I start to impress, those that find comfort and learn my address. So funky-adorable critters
live here and sit on the hearth mistaking luck for good cheer.

Don't try to address me as sir,Mark, or Twain, but know that we've talked to the girl down the lane. She's lonely but get's along fine on her own, because the Lap-dog she has
will provide her a bone... 

So, in closing I'll tell you , both once, and for all, Shop at Macy's department and save while you fall, under spells that spell Christmas across this great land, and put all of the critters in crucial reprimand.

If none of this garbled old text is revealed, look where the lips of the one are concealed, there's a hand that knocks providence off of this earth, and he goes to and fro
never finding much mirth.

Whilst making this poem I could lend you a hand, but you must still remember the stiff reprimand, a goal that we've had on our minds for a while, and this time 'twill be delivered with a wink and a smile.

If the lunar-bin landed on the moon long ago, just think what we'd accomplish if we were to forego, all the pleasantries that stream from the slow radio, and bring up
the news that has nowhere to go.

Finally, I'd be remiss if i did not include, the finest of wishes for the whole Gosh-darned brood, There are no real vipers to speak of, you see, they're all learning manners
In Mississippi.

Can we go to the river, like it said long before? That's a task that is met with revival I'm sure:). So don't hesitate to revive any dreams that will help you to get through the chaos and screams.

This poem should have ended by now, I suspect, but I might be deceived if I don't come correct. Now this is the way that I'll sign-off of here, Take heart and come to your
senses, nor fear..

That the way-side is waiting just up round the bend, and then take it for granted...See? i've reached the end..:)

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