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Friday, 30 April 2010

Desperation

However hard he runs, there up ahead
The twinkling lights of life still to be chased
Long grass through which he drags his feet of lead
Behind now sand, a dying arid waste
Posted by Philip Damian-Grint at 18:20
 
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