At 44, I snore late.
I’m half eighty-eight.
I might be a door weight.
I know how to bore, mate.
Monday 26 June 2023
Thursday 22 June 2023
Awake
Amidst the dark and dead of night,
A thin red line ignites the sight.
It rises hot with hope and brings
Awakened day, and rising, sings.
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