Jack on the hover

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  1. Posted August 3, 2022 at 7:15 pm | Permalink

    Indelible;-
    The Mark’s were made, the scars are left to see, unable to be me, so viscous was the hate, that made me sleep, I was in the shit, chin deep, but for the help to the road of recovery, I was in no hurry, but made it this far, on your way out put a penny in my jar , I’ll never say ” that’s it ” my work is done, I know I’m the one, to push on through the veil of acceptance, for instance, take a second look, at my book of verse, you shouldn’t wait for me to pass in a hearse, the story once told, will pay dividends of gold, I won’t be around, I be still waiting in the lost and found, all by myself, left alone on the shelf , someday I be found, hopefully when I’m still above ground.
    Anthony Mc Gann.
    2/8/22.

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