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Trying to make sense of a cockeyed world
His chip grew into a brick, into a rock
And his outlook became skewed
As he slewed his view to compensate
While I sailed on by feigning happiness
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©Denise G Allen, 25 July 2014 07:28
Cockeyed
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25/07/2014 at 3:22 pm
What a powerful and dignified poem! “His chip grew into a brick, into a rock” is stunningly strong and real, I could feel its weight. Very well done, dear! Very well done!
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31/07/2014 at 8:29 am
Thank you so much John. It is amazing how life can distort one’s view!
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25/07/2014 at 3:47 pm
One feels somehow that there may well be more to this tale than is related here. 🙂
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31/07/2014 at 8:30 am
Oh yes, Ben, there is! But not for today, lol!
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26/07/2014 at 7:55 am
The human condition encapsulated.
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31/07/2014 at 8:30 am
Yip Bb.
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28/07/2014 at 11:17 pm
hmm you leave me wondering about his one just a bit…
feigned happiness is not real happiness…and neither is trying to make fit
what wont…
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31/07/2014 at 8:32 am
Sometimes, when one is young, one tries not to be confrontational but to pretend that all is well with one’s world!
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03/08/2014 at 12:12 pm
Banish baggage – sail swiftly. Well writ.
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04/08/2014 at 10:41 am
Well said Mike!
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