Criss crossed.

Criss crossed.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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Jack's game means no one wins or loses!

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Criss crossed.
Criss crossed 
were my loves 
I sought,
looking back.
Our paths straight
or diagonally arranged;
a game of Noughts and Crosses
played.
Sometimes I won
others were lost
Sometimes.....
A Jack's game!
That's when I decided
to move on!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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A jacks game would make an apt title for an autobiography. The heart, is the banker in these situations and no matter what is thrown at it, no one wins except the house. You cant beat the house, just as the bankers cause mayhem and instead of penalties, get bonuses. Love is a disease and we need to find a cure.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

A great review and how true, the pain and the ecstasy a heart endures!

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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