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Alas! Alas!

 

The future is outclassed

And so held at half-mast

With nagging apprehension.

 

’Tis the checkered present

That competes

For my entire attention

 

With my greatly checkered past.

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Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

I do

so prefer chess to calm my nagging stress when the day becomes a mess I am blessed, I am blessed these young 'uns ain't passed no test what they say is their own guess think I'll stick with you and Jess! Mark
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barbsdad2003

18 years 10 months ago

See Here!

just because I didn't take the trouble to copyright my versical style doesn't mean it's right for you to mimic it so well---and so uproariously!--- and stack your line-endin' rhymin' words so high in this cotton-pickin' pile Thanx, Chuckles