The play you made
Walked on bitumen path
Past campsites
No light falling dark
With checkered coat
Book in hand
Glasses for reading
Fisted Hand
Raised to wave
A quick glance
Head held high
Oh me oh my
I did notice
Your hocus pocus
Our paths will cross
Again friend
I do not want
This something to end
Ghost words of the imaginings 
yell he cannot tell
the spell
was over
and clover
you re not the only one son
and your pity for yourself
is sad case
of not enough
to care anymore
is all
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Oh ouch
What a grouch
Your words bite
Out of spite
But are they right
This dark night
We’ll never know
Your words do grow
And they’ve changed
Rearranged
As for spells and seeds you plant
Disappear like quicksand
Off my back
Get on ya track
Jealousy
Is lost on thee
As for checkered man
He was but a breeze
Conjured up to
Reveal you see
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seasons of change time to rearrange. so it seems our world is round
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Beautiful lines ! Well shared thanks. 👍😊💕
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Thank you. This means much 🙏
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It’s my pleasure 🙂 stay blessed ❣️💕🌹
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