The aged hand hath writ
a history restarted
full of goons and twits
who exploit the brokenhearted
The paper turns to dust
but the watchful ones remember
when our justice set to rust
and our quiet meant surrender
So spill forth with your words
Wail them if it warrants
so that change can now be culled
from these innundating torrents
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These are my writings, they come in all shapes and sizes and even age groups and encompass many subjects and emotions. Mind the tags and enjoy!
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