HOPE


Here I stand

A man alone on Treasure Island

Riches everywhere but my cupboard is bare.

I can smell the wolves hear the howls

Almost see their jowls.

So I shall hide in the sand of my Treasure Island

And wait to be uncovered

Discovered.

But not by the wolves

I hope.

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