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Qualyxian Quest
Poems
Jan 2019
**** these racist phobic fascists
No talent for happiness
Is what Samuel Beckett said
I feared him when I was younger
Meaninglessness ahead
His Dublin bridge, behold the beauty
A Celtic harp where my feet led
As I walked the Irish night
Heard of rebels who fought and bled
Iβve known some joys, not just depression
But rebel songs, they are not dead
**** these racist phobic fascists
And, like Sam, resist instead!
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Qualyxian Quest
56/M/Elsewhere
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