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The Mound
The Mound
It started way back when I was a child
One cold November night in sixty-four
Old furniture and windfall from the trees
Piled high into a mound of combustibles
Each year new kindling was added to ashes
That had smudged the verdant back garden lawn
Layer upon layer added to the blackened hill
That was gradually growing towards the sky
One year I lo...
Wednesday 2nd September 2020 2:41 pm
This Place That We Call Earth
This Place That We Call Earth
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
Have you ever seen someone homeless ask you why?
Have you ever looked in the eyes of a child?
Have you ever seen a kid run and hide?
So many people in this world have so much FEAR instilled in them.
Constantly always going for the win.
Have you ever taken the time out from your life to wonder why?
Have y...
Friday 8th May 2015 6:56 am
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