Slowly I smoke and hug my knee,
The while a witless masquerade
Of things that only children see
Floats in a mist of light and shade:
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A filmsy cavalcade! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
We wonder what new danger there is in store for us, and we begin to feel nervous and anxious but as told life is a game and that must be played as one by one the phantoms go..........very well composed and inspiring
I like his style and he reminds me of some other poet, though I'm not sure just who.
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