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Adrift
Daily shuffles,
Smiling laughter,
Piecing the jigsaw,
We drift evermore to shore.
As if tide had drawn,
The insulating blanket,
Away from each confused soul,
We masquerade.
Some persevering better than others,
The peacock vs the peahen,
Until the end,
When once again we smile and giggle.
The game is played,
Pieces fallen into place,
As we drift,
To our eternal bay.
Smiling laughter,
Piecing the jigsaw,
We drift evermore to shore.
As if tide had drawn,
The insulating blanket,
Away from each confused soul,
We masquerade.
Some persevering better than others,
The peacock vs the peahen,
Until the end,
When once again we smile and giggle.
The game is played,
Pieces fallen into place,
As we drift,
To our eternal bay.
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