His frame is like a picture
Mounted high upon the wall
Surprised he looks aghast
At the others they're disturbing
So principled a stance
Replaced by the pragmatic
Conciliation to the forefront
One stands languished quite perturbing
Let me out let's get it done
Moving forward without a warning
Will we all still be standing
When we wake in the morning
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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