An Excuse to Stay Put

So rite of feeling to the nether

Perhaps perplexed on weather

To have a saddle made out of leather

Years pass not smelling like heather

Obsessing in the thought

Perfect shape, feel, weight, sought

Full pad, no pad or strings bought

And you know its all for naught

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