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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Tick tock it is the witching hour,

I fear they're all around,

They creep and sneak and then appear,

Without the slightest sound.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Cold,

Stone,

I lie,

For now upon,

The stone,

Soon,

To be,

Beneath
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
A momentary lapse of thought,

Missed opportunity,

I miss a still and peaceful mind,

The chance to simply be happy.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Too many seek out all,

Wanting more than they have got,

Happiness is not volume,

It's being content with your lot

— The End —