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The Web Poetry Corner - Ron Bliss - Pretend
There is a game I like to play,
The game is called pretend,
It seems, since you have left my life,
This game is without end.
Each morning when I wake up I,
Pretend that you are there,
I see you stand before the mirror,
To comb your lovely hair,
I pretend, that you are with me,
As I breakfast all alone,
Then later in the morning I,
Pretend youíre on the phone.
Youíre with me every hour,
As I pass each day away,
We talk and touch, we laugh and such,
Thereís always much to say,
But mostly, I pretend at night,
While resting in my bed,
I pretend Iím not alone,
And you are there instead.
I wish there were alternatives,
This silly game I play,
Till you are here, till you are near,
Iíll play pretend each day.
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