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Roll The Bones
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 5/4/04
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Skeletons in the closet?
We all possess a few
Yet it’s a bitch
Wondering which
May pick a bone with you
Behind the boots, beyond the vest
There hangs upon a hook
A dog eared page of truth
From a book of reckless youth
Titled, ‘Mistakes, Mishaps, Mistook’
Memories, as a mirror
Reflect, rekindle, renew
They’ll taunt and tease
Hauntingly appease
Hindsight's deja vous
Life’s a gamble, a game of chance
Take heed of how you bet
Choose too fast
Lose your past
For tomorrow comes the debt
I’ve made my peace with skeletons
No longer cast ‘first stones’
For each new day
Still finds a way
For me to roll the bones
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