Hands thrust into clay Buried deep, squirreled away Life's spent force subsumed
Overhead birdsong calls Inside my thoughts are screaming Life's winter over soon
Blue river flows Just below the surface Fingers brush gently The choice life or death.
Who said you're dying, don't be so daft! We know you still can do some hard graft Can't you sit still an hour and lift an empty box? Then up off your ass and pull up your socks We don't... Continue Reading →
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