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Jun 2021
Words are crimson threads spun by my pen
needling my woolly soul for expression,
each a stitch in Life's tapestry
my thoughts long and steely bodkins
I scatter words as sharp and shining pins
each sufficient to raise red upon
the flaccid fabric of empty minds
pinning ideas, often controversially
averse to neither comment nor complaint
I am a human wheel of spin,
pricking consciousness
threading with thought empty consciences
sheila sharpe
Written by
sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
       LC, G Alan Johnson, Carlo C Gomez and Brett
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