Jack sparrow

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  1. Posted January 10, 2023 at 7:21 am | Permalink

    In the shadows, less conspicuous, stay low, your burden in tow, don’t bump or stare, to shuffle here and there, just getting by, down here no sky, just the walls and the ditches, no mind to the sirens brazen bitches, only me, I walk alone you see, to a path laid bare, onto my mind, maybe a friend I could find, it’s good to talk and laugh, kill the fatted calf, take a lend of the humour, light up another fumer, then down, back into the pit, the place where no one gives a shit, but I always listen for the songs from my feathered friends, with them it’s a road with no bends, only morning time, the sweetest sublime.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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