Friday 11th September
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Losing sense of time
Spinning on a dime
What is it, that’s mine?
Am I out of line?
A maelstrom of grime
Obstacles to climb
Tangled, knotted twine
Contorting the spine
Wet, stinking slime
Wreaking heinous crime
Drowning in dense brine
Letting out a whine
A nightmare sublime
Perfect pantomime
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Thinking of you sweetie
Beloved Angel son
xxxxx