TOUGH!

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TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA

Part I

There once was a day when everything was long.  Long in the tooth, long in the face, longing in the look.  Now that sort of day meant everything to me/him, since it began without a glimmer of hope but procured a modicum of solace from the fact that it did not hesitate to be a friend to those who want to be “it”!  For it was a game for children, this game of chasing one’s tail in order to make it for the years to come instead of settling down to an even place where nothing seems easy yet everything seems hard until one day you realise that nothing was possible in the first place therefore everything has to be in a new phase/place without there being need to be heartsore about everyone else.  There cannot be a new way without there being an old one so there…

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