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Fred Sep 2017
Like a **** on a rock
I wax my soul the keep it off.
A wave lifts me to the sky
where the briny wind
dissolves my soluble mould
and my mind glistens
on the sunlit surface of the sea.
Fred Sep 2017
A picture
                 slices a sliver of time
                                the traveller rewinds
and misses a beat

We can live life
                                          or
create timelines unlived

Robot replaces all unpleasantries

A picture,
cut from the reel of reality.
Nobody to miss the time,
between the jumpcuts.
Except, when you've had
a few too many
Fred Sep 2017
Mother nature turns her head
as Felicity floats her feline tred
whom will she give her fickle time
and wed her fleeting flirtatious rhyme
but just when she is in your grasp
she flings her bouquet in the mob

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