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OUTCASTS

To the trashers, the spitters

phone snatchers, scam callers

acid throwers and other detritus

the streets are yours

we give them up

so that you can wander

baying under a sickly moon

and under the restless sun,

and by your shadows

may you be overrun.

◄ ISOLATING THE SELF

AN OLD NURSERY RHYME ►

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raypool

Sat 25th Apr 2020 12:06

Thank you David for adding your voice to this. It's about the closest we can get to revenge!

Ray

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David R Mellor

Fri 24th Apr 2020 20:51

very true and well put and with revenge

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raypool

Mon 30th Mar 2020 17:15

Thank you Philipos for looking in.

Cheers Po. These threats never seem to go away.

Brian, that is certainly an aspect of the drive involved. Profit is a key ingredient.

Thanks Jennifer - I must admit I was thinking of a sort of science fiction scenario with the sun and moon. Shadows I love for a topic of their own!

Martin, that's a point well made. I tried to take my mind off the main virus thing only using it as a background consideration.

Thanks Hannah and Kporho for liking this.

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Martin Elder

Sun 29th Mar 2020 21:25

A mighty powerful piece as always Ray. It is times like these that we should question what is important in our lives
Nice one mate

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jennifer Malden

Sun 29th Mar 2020 10:36

Great writing! Liked the closure particularly.

Jennifer

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Sat 28th Mar 2020 21:56

Even in these dire times Ray I can imagine the postcode turf wars are continuing.

Philipos

Sat 28th Mar 2020 13:55

Some powerful images there Ray. ?

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