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My self
The masses are out,
Me, standing still,
Watching them
Running rings round me.
A dizzy feeling overcomes,
I stumble,
Disorientated,
Overwhelmed by the crowd,
Struggling to find a hole
In which to climb,
Too many voices
Curtailing thought,
Stamping with their feet,
Stamping with their minds,
Trying to r...
Thursday 1st February 2024 9:57 am
Rain Doesn't Matter Now
We were full of ourselves in those days
Life was a treasurehouse of pleasure
We had our fill of the world's offerings
And took its ripened fruit at our leisure
Rain doesn't matter now you're gone
Nothing seems important anymore
We madly moaned about the weather
The God-given gale onto the shore
But our love took it all for granted
Selfishness was the order of t...
Tuesday 15th September 2020 10:46 am
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