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I played games with my brothers,
And their friends.

Each, I remember all
Noah and his horror-heart
Mike and his wild spirit
Titus of the ahead; troubled times

Today, the play-rooms
Are empty

As the friendly phantoms
Faded into the pages
Early made

News of Noah
And his noose

Lonely Titus unguided,
Trouble provided
An orange suit

Mike drowned
In a hill of snow, to which
I wish he had said,
No

I still play,
With this company
Of ghosts.
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