Promises
Distant days stretch and beckon
as unfulfilled dreams
hidden deceptions undiscovered
of predicted disaster
groping blindly toward ambition.
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POETRY
Bored to Death
Reclusive hermits escape from life why or where? but not from infirmities and old age where or why? that turn a rich man's wealth to ash. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com
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