While writing uninspired poetry
based on trilbyhats
and cigarettes
just filling empty pages
I'm aware that
the thoughts that seemed hidden in my head
must have lingered there for ages
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Some old rubbish
The printer's hungry. Feed him paper.
- Blessed With Effortlessness
- Poetry for the random-minded. Please comment if you like it. Do not steal. Everything on this page is my own and belongs to me.
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