Ashton John Fischer Jr. Poems

It is now the beginning of the end,
A finish that I have known for so long.
There is no reason, only rimes which lend
And mend our existence, 'though we are wronged.
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This is not the first time, but 'tis the last,
For my ends are always new beginnings;
And only I can ever know my whys,
Wherefores and withers, and even why nots?
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She has taught nothing but never denied
And bemoans that I am one-eyed, I think.
Altruistically, she hasn't lied,
Nor told truth, and like a stone does sink.
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There is beginning of my end again.
I follow Cynicia, my right eye.
Together we go somewhere, stumble lame
For fourteen times and do never know, why?
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