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Mar 2014
Like a rabid child foaming at the mouth,
Lips tightly surpressed within the news.
Reckless, careless to an innocents mind,
Pursade them to leap off with you.

Pushing past all ideas and logical sense,
Rush! Rush! banging through the drums.
Panic with no lie, settle into your home,
Any way to wake the endless nights?

Sadly are the nights spoken kindly,
Contrived without the slightest care.
Wishing truly for our life's simplicity,
Patience of a steady water flows.

Under the oak, sat in the sun aligned,
Cooling off from the setting breeze.
Legs weary from the climb upon hills,
Wondrous days lay in far distances.

Like a rabid child foaming at the mouth,
Lips loosely locked within the news.
Reckless, careless to an innocents mind,
Deceive them to leap off with you.
Boy Gaskell
Written by
Boy Gaskell  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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