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  1. Posted December 19, 2022 at 7:41 pm | Permalink

    Solemn distaste :-
    Sometimes it’s wise to sit and look around, in the lost and found, the mirror as it melts, like wax in a flame, you know its name, time, the sun as it rises then set, them that’s got shall get, them that’s not, shall rot, but time ebbs by, looking up at the sky, a passing storm, that’s just the norm, wade through, hang on, I’ve lost my shoe, bare all, to hell with them all, those who slight, hit back I just might, but getting back to the story, death or glory, the former I think, the kitchen sink, but time the healer, I can feel her, slowly is the case, look at my face, marks are left in mind and body, thanks but I’ve got a hobby, words and pictures to broadcast, how long will I last? Who knows, my portfolio it grows.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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