Words are my toys
I have no others
Words are my playmates
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Lord knows why
we just can’t read
The handwriting emblazoned
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No, my friends...
I’m afraid he doesn’t
At least he never has
to me
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Old sepia photos…
Tear on cheek
Catch in my breast
Chin in my hand
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Goodbye Socrates
So long Pericles
Ta-ta Sappho
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Not choosing at all
while still a choice…is just not
The very best one
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Always with me
Never strays
But better seen
On bright sunny days
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You’re never quite free
From your kids..no, no! !
No… you’re never quite free
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The answer’s not in
Jesus… nor is it in booze
The answer‘s in….You
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