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	<title>The Pedestrian Poet &#187; trickster</title>
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		<title>Trickster</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 17:26:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Come you trickster Come play with me We are so alike Know every trick In the trade Why do you hide? Oh trickster of mine Show the world your true colors Lay down your cards The games almost over Time to see The true end Why do you run? When is it you Who holds [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">Come you trickster<br />
Come play with me<br />
We are so alike<br />
Know every trick<br />
In the trade<br />
Why do you hide?<br />
Oh trickster of mine<br />
Show the world your true colors<br />
Lay down your cards<br />
The games almost over<br />
Time to see<br />
The true end<br />
Why do you run?<br />
When is it you<br />
Who holds the cards<br />
The world is yours<br />
To be had<br />
Resting gently<br />
In your palm<br />
Yet here you run<br />
With your tail<br />
Between your legs<br />
Some trickster<br />
You turned out to be<br />
You who cannot<br />
Play the game<br />
We live by mercilessly<br />
Come play with me<br />
Our dying breed<br />
We’ll see who wins<br />
We who are common<br />
Must stick together<br />
For we are dying company<br />
Few and far between<br />
Feared and revered<br />
We walk the land<br />
One king left standing<br />
The tricksters are gone<br />
Exiled and discarded<br />
For fear of who we are<br />
A dying race<br />
Who always wins<br />
Come my trickster<br />
It is time to begin</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Strangely enough, this poem started out being about a fox. Weird i know, some things just evolve as you write them.</p>
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