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Writer's pictureRussell Jacklin

Life, a Mountebank?

I turned the other cheek again.

I turned the other cheek, and then,

A man stepped up and slapped my face.


I turned and walked away again,

I turned and walked away, and then,

He stepped inside and mugged my place.


I turned and looked around again.

I turned and looked around, and then,

You both had gone without a trace.


I turned and closed my eyes again,

I turned and closed my eyes, and then,

Death strolled up and stole my space.


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