June 19, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 2 Comments The Fifth Estate Welcome home To the end of the nigh-est time For all. It is incumbent upon me to tell you all That it is a near-far shifting sand that makes us Fear. It is a lifting of all that makes it ok to be here for a time but Not for long, see? It isn’t fair on the other kinds of folks. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
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