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© December 30, 2003

Two, three, four and now five 
I heard the auctioneer say. 
This will affect our lives. 
What are we selling today? 

Opportunity, learning, a new start, 
Perhaps self-gratification, 
the beginning of a dream 
that will cause much elation. 

I have been in places 
that said much the same. 
Pleasure comes then erases. 
I really don’t know what is to blame. 

With love we write 
and anxiously submit. 
Down deep inside 
We think this is it. 

Two, three, four and now five. 
What is the fate of what we send? 
I’m addicted and I must try. 
Grab the brass rail and go ‘round again.