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I listen to his words
I'm starting to be convinced
I look at the grand ring
It appears to sing- warning, warning
And yet as I am listening
Staring into his eyes
I am spellbound
And then to break the spell
His friend saunders over
Laughing about his last nights fling
I freeze
All those words that had moved me
lies, lies
All of them had been lies
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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