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Oct 2021
Like an ant I walk on the forest floor
I hid under leaves from the midday mayhem
Finding my own way in a wilderness of rotting flesh
Until I come across an oasis of a green unspoilt eden
I see the dark clouds rolling toward me
Not a leaf in sight
All there is is bad news
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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