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Aug 2016
When I write I enter a different realm
A very different place
A place that holds no boundaries
No room for airs nor grace

When I write my minds no longer
Trapped and full of woe
No limits no distractions
It's where I like to go

Such freedom of expression
Within my heart and mind
It's the one thing that I like to do
Then its happiness I find

My favourite time to do this
Is late into the night
Nothing can compare
To the pleasure
When I write.
Lorraine day
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Lorraine day  Blackpool
(Blackpool)   
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