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On the moon, she said
Where she lived.
With the magic stick
That somewhere she hid.
Out there, we see the world
In pain and despair
Stories of Able and Cain
She said the world would one day know.
Its all but a game, is what she swore.
The angel dear, visits her time to time
Sitting even more occupied, not a word to rhyme.
Accusing the turmoil of the recent past
For the bitter and untold present crimes.
Amused I maybe at fate itself
All the resolutions nicely cobwebbed on the shelf.
Astounded by the words of my prideful shame
Thus! She warned me, it was nothing but a game.
By briar On 3/1/2012 9:44:23 AM
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