The Rigged Wheel

by John
(London, England)


In that beginning
we were young
fun was a new thing
in that beginning

and in all the beginning again
after,
always after comes a new beginning,
but it's never the same

we could never recapture
the fun, the youth and
the truth is
a new beginning is just
the Devil grinning
at me clutching at straws.











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