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  1. Posted May 20, 2022 at 5:15 pm | Permalink

    From the darkest corner he did stride, solemn expression, arms open wide,
    come and take me for what I am, no more test, I can do without, and slam,
    that door to the past behind you, I knew, all along that trail of tears, haunted by my fears,
    beckoned from the shadows, my altogether guide, nowhere left to hide, just to keep and try, never questioning why, I knew from the start, be still my beating heart, but fluctuating rhythm no rhyme or reason, this is the season for declaration and cheers, thank you my dears, just one more thought for my book, maybe someday you’ll take a second look.
    Anthony MC Gann.

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