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It was on a 1 World sort of day
Feeling lost with nothing real to say
Just words and gestures, speculations
Sorry excuses leading the nation's
No one knows just how lost and alone
Gathering information with a face of stone
Turning into something like the same
Only more is less, different name
Living here or there finding what the use
Everything said only to confuse.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-10-29 at 19:57
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