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some are genuine, and some merely fictitious


Scattered now my mind is It disallows my sleep My head, I cannot stop it The thoughts, they just repeat My words always at bay Myself with a thin spine The skies, they're looking gray Are these signs of the times? By dint of my unsteadiness I bid you fair adieu In lieu of all the bitterness I have a lot to do.

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Wed 8th Jul 2020 06:15

Thanks for the like, AJ.


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Paul Sayer

Tue 7th Jul 2020 16:54

Hi Aj

Welcome to the realms of online poetry and poets here at WOL.

Take to wing and fly and write.
surf the currents and delight
in adding to our melting pot
May your magnetic ink besot


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