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on a walk in the weather
I bumped into yesterday
looked just like me
stuck a gun in my ribs
and stole all my youth
as I fell like the rain
pouring out of myself
slipping into the gutter
my wrinkled bones
riding a river of rubbish
right into the yawning
black drain of tomorrow
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
damn!
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a fine useful word
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a late twentieth century expression of admiration!
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What are we? 97% water? Great image: ‘pouring out of myself / slipping into the gutter / my wrinkled bones / riding a river of rubbish’ . . . I know that feeling . . .
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it’s a wonder we don’t slosh as move about
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