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Jan 2016
Come softly, stranger
Step inside the light
Here is home of a sort
Here is nowhere else to go

Such staggering ambiguity
Such all-consuming cruelty
I see it all so clearly now
Wide-eyed and unheeding
Unaware of double-dealing
I was an innocent
And then I was born
Wise to the lies of the womb
And with a grudge for being disturbed

                                           By Phil Roberts
Some people say I have a chip on my shoulder but I'm perfectly balanced. I have a chip on each shoulder.
phil roberts
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phil roberts  M/north-west england
(M/north-west england)   
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