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Sep 2017
Wrinkle
The reaper and the hangman
The hands of time and the sand man
They cast lots for my happiness and my joy
But hope it fleets and breath does ebb
And we're all just caught in this spider's web.
Written by
Preshantan Govender  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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