Pieces & Poetry

The Third

Short poem

The third.

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I see but I can't say,
What would I,
Given the day?
In pretences I eye.
I should go doodle,
As they chortle,
I'll perhaps google,
While they cuddle.
I'll not say a word,
It'd be a tad hard,
I'll lock myself away,
After all I'm the fray.

worn out,
the unturned wheel-
the misplaced seal,
the third wheel.

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Thanks for reading:)

@shirsha