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What not

Why do you ask?

What all I’ve suffered

It’s been a life of unpleasantries

Not only

But strewn with joys

Of shorter duration

They kicked me,

They footballed me,

They kicked me high

And hit me below

They all thought

I did not know

The difference between

Football and hockey ball

They loved to golf me

As if I did not know

How it hurts

No matter how small,

A golf ball does go.

I never uttered a word of pain

They thought they all did gain

Till I came along Triond

Alas all pain and all sorrow

Of yesterdays and days before

Are buried in the times saw dust

There is no sadness or lust

As I swiftly roam

Around the arena

Of Triond and round

I v’e found my own ground

I’ve created a world

Of my own

Scientists can become poets

Is now well known

What of hurt you say

Here I have also to safely play

Life’s a shadow all the way

Let me in my last days

My love to all display.

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