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  1. Posted February 19, 2024 at 3:55 am | Permalink

    Our earth makes another revolution, in the vacuum, from the sun another plume, without which we would surely face Doom, meanwhile we march on with our task, what task is that ? You ask, to become, I say, time to Play,
    There’s so much grief, it’s beyond belief,
    Time being the operative word,
    Bones turn to stone, in the blink of an eye, sigh, don’t ask why,
    Back to the job in hand, where do you stand?
    To me it looks like a fail, the train is off the rail,
    From past Civilizations we learn,
    Empty hallways, hunger always,
    Deralict and waste, for such I have no taste,
    Run rabbit run, maybe it’s time to have some fun.
    Anthony Mc Gann
    17/2/24. 7am.

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