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I realized I haven't been writing lately; It's time I had something to say too. Well enjoy!
HARD WOODEN KNOCKS
- jonlim
Book of life, a package received,
Cover afresh, spine intact.
Nothing better than new beginnings received;
Far from any fair-weather act.
Flip the cover - faded contents
No head nor tail rears its head;
First chapter filled with good intent,
But cliffs abound, nothing lies dead.
Turn of these pages brings a twist,
I rightfully resist;
Clasp of hands brings to mind,
A reluctant doubt.
In these former exchanges
There lies a pull,
Forcefully wrought,
Painlessly sought.
Dog-eared pulp with scribbled writing,
Tells me of what I want to do,
But can't pursue.
Enchanted story, take me
From these clouds and dictate me;
Mind not the doubt but
Mind the fade.
For the clock might spare us,
When we plan to run late.
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