Do You SeeA Poem by LovingJoyMore sly horses have bolted, another pay-later party is over, on hands and knees in the grass vainly seeking a four-leaf clover. You dance out of sync. to a tune piped into your life, you're fine on the brink of a freebie with a price. Running over hot coals - but the strip never ends, losing sight of your goals soon all energy spent. Dance madly to the wicked tune openly mocking your innate grace, the obvious made apparent soon, some set hurdles to rig the race. © 2013 LovingJoyReviews
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