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January 6, 2012
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The tricks
and the trade,
the deals that we’ve made,
the promises we’ve spoken,
the ones that we meant,
the ones that we bent,
then ones said to sound good,
good enough at the time then,
from the peacock to the hen,
from the hen to the peacock,
to the ticking of the clock,
time marches on
as the saying goes,
and it goes without saying.
Or does it?
An alternative ending:
words that go saying
could end up staying.

One Comment leave one →
  1. January 6, 2012 9:52 am

    Love the playful tone of the poem.

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