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The Black Big Top
The start is the end of a long sleepless night,
A new day's light is the bell, next round of the fight
"Today's going to be different", echoes a heavy pillowed head,
You've heard this lie before from the soapbox of your bed,
You know who you are, you've lived through each day,
The context of those comments?? "What did they say?!",
That really doesn't sound like the 'me' that...
Tuesday 26th June 2018 8:39 pm
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