Faces in places
looking odd
lost in spaces
living in boxes
adequate cases
well in the margins
that nobody chases
leaving the running
not winning the races
the speed of today
tomorrow outpaces
forty eight cards
who stole all the aces
good manners alone
meagre traces of graces
bridges have crumbled
by weakness of braces
losing the pathway
to lost havens and bases
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