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Jun 2021
it is rough
a tremulous bough
without love
and how

do we get on
now
perched precariously
below

sharks grin
up
licking their
lips

(if sharks
have lips..)
above
we sing

and sit
trying not
to think..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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