En PassantAlone Not as before, but Not in touch Not in contact IsolatedEn Passant
A lone pawn Watching as unseen hands Shift the pieces around Away
Still I wait For my turn To advance, to be sacrificed
Maybe my sacrifice will save the game Maybe my advancing will force a mate Maybe I will even reach the end and become something Something else
And while I may be something to these hands I am just a pawn Alone and cold Waiting for my turn to move.
Fellowship of the Spoon"Now put it into that nice warm cup of coffee you have there... wait... see look! Can't you see the writing emerging?" Frogo looked at the old geezer with a concerned look. "So this is supposed to mean something to me?" "It's actually part of a much longer poem. The full poem goes like this... Three Lattes in a posh cafe on some fancy street Seven cups of Decaffe for those worried for their health Nine strong black coffes for the deadlines to meet And a big black Irish something for a man who dreams of wealth But in the land of Ki'Fellowship of the Spoon
Musings
me sad...
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*aimz*
i'll find some way. just you see *squishes u*
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*aimz*
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