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Aug 2014
Really used to have it on the ball.
Really used to have it on the ball.
No longer do I roll along.
Looks like I had a fall.
Really used to have it on the ball.
Bridges that I used to cross—
now I just can’t go.
They were closed so long ago.
I’m always the last one to know.
Really used to have me a shine.
Really used to have me a shine.
I don’t want to twinkle now,
even though I am so bright.
Really used to have me a shine.
Bridges that I used to cross—
now I just can’t go.
I’m always the last one to know.
Really used to travel; now I don’t.
Really used to travel; now I don’t.
I’m afraid to drive around
with such a heavy load.
Really used to travel; now I don’t.
Bridges that I need to cross—
I know I’ll find that road
that is never closed.
I won’t be the last one to know.
From, The Transitive Nightfall Of Diamonds, due out 8/14 from iUniverse books
Fred Schrott
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Fred Schrott
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