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  1. Posted January 21, 2023 at 6:07 pm | Permalink

    Solitude:-
    The race is almost run, hiding away from the sun, bubbleishous as it suits a hermit like me, I’ve a smile on my face, can’t you see, back to creation the only pathway left to walk, be nice sometimes for someone to talk, mull over, good times, when the fields were full of clover, no matter, Houston we have a situation here, I’ve so much hair growing out my ear, keeping warm the sounds and the echoes of my past, picking up vibrations of the situations, as you find another part of you, you thought you never had, save yourself was the minds cry, never ask why, ce sera, sera, but wait a minute, I was deep in it, wouldn’t have made it on my own, social living is the best, it can make or break you know the rest.
    Anthony Mc Gann
    21/1/23
    03.31

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