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  1. Posted March 28, 2022 at 7:23 pm | Permalink

    He came before them, like a drounded rat and naked as a bird, Nothing left but the words, Of a conversation he’d overheard, About a lucky man who made the grade, who had confidence in Spade’s,
    But alas that was to pass, He turned to the onlookers and with bated breath he declared, I am me take me as I am, For all I want is to burst the dam, To let my creativity flow throughout the land, I work with my left hand, So let it be, After all its only me.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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