The Hustle©
Copyright 1998, 2015
By Felina Silver Robinson
The gleam of twilight catches your eye
Around the corner, around the bend
Where is that friend of mine?
Just where has he been?
Looking through that gleam of twilight again
Where is he going? I do not know
What is he made of, that dear friend of mine?
For he’s full of joy, and wonderful cheer,
He looks straight into that gleam of twilight again.
Be careful for the twilight is quite dangerous
Unless you are meant to see,
The joy that
It brings to all those that be.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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