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RE: DAYDREAMS / A Journal of Fiction #29

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

Lady fate is knocking on my door
Even though my muscles are sore
I still raise myself to be a gracious host
I remember that even in my best moments she still never for me raised a toast.

All I can do is offer her what meager I do have
I will now do my part and let her leave
No point in now taking from her
When the unkind father time has left within me no desire

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It always pays to be nice to fate.

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