It reminds me how much I miss your mind
when you pounce and you laugh
to catch me in lies, well-laid
before I
Can punchline the joke!
You make sport of it,
what a big lie I just spoke!
Well it's no good to me,
just then to protest
that the joke was intended
to catch your belief
for only a moment, to then
set it free, by ringing in truth.
Good fun, good grief!
All so I could make sport
and fun of you! As life
and experience tells me
to do.
Well, it's no use denied.
You caught me out good!
And I do miss that.
Even more, how I miss
you full-knowing
the fact.
You would.
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