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April 26, 2005

Texas Tears (Unfinished)

Flickers come and go
Old flames never die,
As I chase rainbows
To their pot of coal
The games you play
Are old and overused
I wish you could think up a new one
So I could keep occupied
With learning a different set of rules
Instead of analyzing scoresheets
Of games already played
Fifteen weeks is so short a time
While everyone else offers forever
I had a forever, once
It lasted a month

(needs an ending)

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:28 PM