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The Lure of Being Lured

Why do they constantly try?
When each time fail.
A lure of no avail

Catch a piece of the sky
An endeavor forever to set sail.
The wind howls then makes one last wail.

Dark clouds cover another sunrise
Dumping the sand of time in a giant pail.
Down comes the hammer smashing one last nail.

Never to make a compromise
The darkness will never prevail
Even in the hardest hail

Just a man in a disguise
His voice so frail
His breath so stale.

To the rise
Even a slug can't forever fail
Just breath then exhale.

One last good bye
Just down some ale.
For here comes that cab you must hale

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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