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Something, someone lives inside tomorrow
Time is later again and again
Constructs a dead end frame for this game of words
We play at life, cross-reference names
Tic Tac Toe , no losers, no winners
Only runners, stumblers, tumblers click on place
Off track aiding a bettors stacked deck of hands
It here please, ( now where's that letter?)
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-02-16 at 22:39

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