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Feb 2016
I live a little life,
In a brittle little room.
Where everyday I sleep,
Where every night I loom.
And, it's a nice place to hide,
From the little things I'm feeling.
I've taped flowers to the wall,
And a sky to the ceiling.
And every little thing,
I wish I could say.
Is in a little poem,
That perhaps
you'll read
someday.
Jack Davies
Written by
Jack Davies  Perth, Australia
(Perth, Australia)   
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