They told me life was a peach, it was hers and not mine to keep
A nectar of gold letting stories be fold, but only if you get a ticket not sold
For a key that unlocks nothing on this rock, treasures live in other blocks
Try as you will, to cheat, buy or still, nothing last that you did not peel.
Taking time to climb one branch at a rhyme, until you let go with the rhythm to fly!
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Random is as random does, keep up the write & all that fluff!
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Patience is a virtue and your time to fly is close.
Andy
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