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July 2025 Collage Poem: Dancing on the Edge
Timber merchants disturb psychiatrists
A cut above the rest on the brink
I’m tired of pills a voice not truly mine.
A SALESMAN APPROACHES HIS RETIREMENT
Jettisoned into play pouring from nylon skin
Just run away with the thoughts in my head
Traumatic frenzy incorporating fear.
Con-trails whisper piratical tales as
Mr Southern Comfort travels north
Go on l...
Friday 11th July 2025 9:33 am
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