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  1. Posted July 24, 2022 at 8:11 am | Permalink

    Despondent ;-
    With time as it slips away without much notice, from the depths of within I surface, then gaze at nothing out there, what’s happening to my hair, 50 shades so what ! Take a look at what I got, 50 pages lie empty and barren of script, what to make of it, nothing going on even though, I try, if it’s on offer I wanna buy, a sample just a taste, of something more than this don’t waste, time given, to go on liven, the unforgivin, like the dormant dreams, faded it seems, still I lie in wait, for the call to heaven’s gate, for now it can wait.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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