Tag: Poetry
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Never Too Late
Never too late, the words fly by, signed on a building: Ashfield railway station. I see that everyday, she says to her schoolmates, no matter how I sad and depressed I am, I see that sign and I know it will only get better. I sigh silently. Her words, my thoughts, Me too. Grace sent…
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i hope this email finds you well
https://andrewwhalanpoet.substack.com/p/i-hope-this-email-finds-you-well?sd=pf
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The worst gift of love is a spreadsheet
Ah yes the bargain of love gainsayed, If I do this you’ll do that, and your love for me will flourish, because I’ve made it so.
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Maybe it’s not me
You always learn from your errors, You’ll learn much today…the saying I always apply and hold dear… Instead I’ve entered a foreign country, where none of the residents even look at me let alone catch my eye.
