Spying Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Spying
Spy story
"Tell me a story; tell me a story before I go to bed."
He is awake at night closes his eyes and spies on
his youth, not the way it was but the way it should
have been a talented man with many friends, as it
as he has none except 400 on the facebook.
He goes deeper into this fantasy figure only to find
himself in a dark alleyway without an exit were two
shadows merge, and he sinks into a restless sleep
where he wins the lotto number.
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5/4/2024 11:43:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
He goes deeper into this fantasy figure only to find himself in a dark alleyway without an exit were two shadows merge...restless sleep, lotto number........ a fine poem and fine imagination. thank u. tony