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Nov 2024
That's what Richard said because summer was coming
and his brother Edward was on the throne to begin;
mine is different, not giving kingdom forΒ a horse,
I'm taller, no cloak, things have changed of course.

I'm cast adrift, rudderless, wondered where it would end,
a few miles from my hometown which wasn't a godsend,
strange, if you knew you might pull a few strings to alter,
if Richard got that horse it might have bolted into hereafter.

The choices we had, so many and we threw them all away,
but not 'threw' - we knew what we were doing didn't we?
engineered, although outcome could evolve to become weird,
should have known that not all was as easy as it appeared.

No matter, tis done, maybe predilection,, self-inflicted pain,
ironic, if second chance, would do exactly same things again.
Written by
Terry Reeves
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