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Crossing my fingers crosses my mind
as I leave it and hope for the best
and the best you can do is,
cross your fingers too.
 
Picasso came back to paint the sky black
I preferred it when it was blue.
 
Trying to recover, uncover, discover
the truth and it moves me,
but
who’s me?
 
 
God,
it’s too early
can I call on you later?

© 2019, John Smallshaw.