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Fear
Attack the darkness, attack the fear
Allow goodness to grow
The mind to clear
Attack the emptiness, let the embers glow
Bring faith to the fore, it’s time for us to show
Show that we’re willing to stand up tall
Show that we’ll try even if we fall
Fall for a cause not by the wayside
Time to run, to charge at the fear
To know we’ve lived life to its cinder
Tuesday 5th July 2022 9:11 pm
Aversion Therapy
Sounds a bit John Donne
Breasts and thighs so firm,
Lying cold at the mercy of
That fruity graveyard worm
With age you consider more
The destiny of your remains
When time puts an end to
Yearsful of aches and pains
Bodies decay, even one as
Delicious as bonny Linda's,
Whatever made her stipulate
Bowing out in hot cinders?
Either way she's history
...Thursday 15th October 2020 11:10 am

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