a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Monday, 31 December 2018
UNTIL THE HOURGLASS IS FLIPPED AGAIN
and all the bad things i taught myself and all the flat things i said are sand now gone thru the glasses neck for the tide to collect as is ~ ( or leave behind to remind and season on this strange winter beach )
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