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his secret word

his secret word

 

he couldn’t keep his word

it flew around like a bird

 

promises, money, and friends

were to him beating wings

 

and I really liked this guy 

but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try 

 

to convince him to act 

with the decency

 

he expected of me

 

so I hope one day he will learn 

but I really don’t have the time 

 

to do more than write this poem

as the world’s demands are endless

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◄ The Wait

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