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May 2017
Endless days of nothing
Ideas wrapped in a cocoon
Shame multiplied by laziness
Ingratitude mixed with false hope
Horizons blurred through tired lenses
And the insane are coming round for tea and biscuits

The custard cream disappears to the bottom of the mug
And twelve people cry themselves to sleep
Gordon Fussey
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