Various

A new life, a new world
Or a mirror of one I have known

We are children playing at the lives of adults
Waiting for our turn to live

Words, words, wods
Thank-you, Hello, The flash of a smile
A mask without a player

So anyway, what was it you said
When I was gone
Or were you talking to someone else
It’s not polite
But you, miss, are no lady.

(c) 2006

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