Quick play,games lies
multiplied in plies as far as the eye can see
but much more underlie.
Real is fake in these days, these times.
One word one bond is gone.
It's sad that the real are far and few.
Be true to me, to you, and to whoever passes through.
Bring back the trust that once was and now is lost.
It's not to late to start a new.
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