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Now the journey is ending,
the wind is losing heart.
Into your hands it's falling,
a rickety house of cards.
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To stay around with the muse of love and life; before taking another decision. Nice work.
In card game the selection of card one makes decides one's chance of victory! It is true also in life the poet says indirectly in this poem perhaps, I belive!
the journey is ending the head is signalling me all would soon be over see all this hair is falling as fast as my memory is fading they turn white totally white as sheets of my memory are though - soon it will be a total backout
the journey is ending the head is signalling me all would soon be over see all this hair is falling as fast as my memory is fading they turn white totally white as sheets of my memory are though - soon it will be a total backout
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7/25/2025 8:23:51 AM # 1.0.0
the game of card in the world will defeat none but the self at last!