Charades ~ isn’t it nice to pretend but who is fooling whom have to say I wonder if it will end frankly though old words are filled with gloom ~ sort of wears thin after a while too much like work and almost like dealing with a child I was never quite aware of that silly quirk ~ in the end it’s all the same things are as they will be the charade such a silly game believe it or not it does sit well with me ~ I know I’m slow to catch on but not all that dumb after all my name is Thom I guess I come off that way to one ~ things will pass it’s moving along much the way I knew it would although I still recall the days of song and I would certainly speed this up if I could ~ pawns are the first to fall they’re easy to deceive the queen is the one to watch but all this is not so make-believe it’s just like getting a kick in the crotch