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When I built my sand-castle, between drama-scapes and T-Groups, table tennis and parties. Yes there were parties and friends with beautiful minds, and sandpits.
I met two old friends the other day: One of them said. ‘Can you still see me?’
‘A little bit, ‘ I replied. The other introduced me to her companion saying, ‘we used to be good friends. I answered that we still are good friends.
I once had many friends. If any of you reads this. Think of me sometimes.
STRANGE CAME
Strange comes!
Come together!
We can talk, enjoy that touch of laughter.
We can all talk and laugh, and have fun.
I have talked, laughed and had fun and
sinned by watching and listening, and screaming.
For if you sit and watch and listen long enough.
And talk and laugh and have fun, long enough.
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You begin to realise that all the talk,
all the laughter, is just a conspiracy to captivate your
mind and keep you from seeing all that’s going on,
just over your shoulders.
And between the fun, and the talk and laughter,
You might catch a glimpse of your best Friend, Bleeding.
But not to death,
That would be too easy.
Peter Bodkin.
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