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Oct 2016
Like feeding birds alert for movement,
we watch the flickering images,
distracted by sounds, voices, music,
taking flight from raw deal reality.

It's the images that move our minds,
not the pain, despair, lack of care.
We crave the shock, the resus, shaking
the bordom from our souls. Life's victims
might exchange given the chance to compare.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
507
   Kenn Rushworth and ---
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