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Feb 13
when a youngster
top of the chess ladder
i lost the killer instinct
and seized the
white witch
that is prayer
through mother nature
or some magik
like young struck..

but i said bon voyage
to the logic
and gained the wages
of the curious..and was
the universe
all that was without
was within..
how we adored
the stars
my ma and me..!

but i can not find
my desire to win ever
again-(except
in a drunken brawl
that does not count..)
how i think my life
would have been
i threw the game..
but in that capitulation
was more thought..

maybe i was ten
may be i lost
maybe i won
well a draw
well with step
well to hell
canΒ΄t tell
wonΒ΄t
will
bill and ben
spotty dog
..
i had no idea how to end and into my head came this puppet show of the late sixties..now,i remember it was the dog off the wooden tops and bill and ben was a puppet show about two little boys made from flower pots..they were bill and ben the flower *** men..and i loved them..with little **** and someone the gardener..little **** was a sunflower always happy..and so  was spotty dog..
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
(57/M/SPAIN)   
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   Mark Parker
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