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Gone is gone

An unheard story, an unheard line
Hard to be caught but calling the time
The sudden stranger a former friend
No choice or chance for things to mend

Those best of times wanting to be shared
Such as the worst are there to bear
My awesome self ready on stand-by
In case I am to peckish for a friend to rely

I have the pick, the pick of the pack
By chancing the stack, by chancing the stack
Picking trouble, trouble or bonds
Sometimes both and sometimes none

Gone is gone

Some were new, some were due
Some rooted out but just a few
Some proved useless and worn out
Some stick up, ready to clout
Some say nothing and disappear
Some say too much and are dear
Some will last and tag along
Some have passed before they’re gone