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Oct 27
I was raised in sea of defiance
and yet my Zephyr  has lost its accord
I have retained all colour
I am lost in a rattled cage
and ageing fast

Speaking in tounges
I have seen your everyday jamboree
Although the seasons were roughshod
did we not heed too
Written by
antony glaser  62/M/croydon
(62/M/croydon)   
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   Immortality
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