Disillusion
What price peace when the wind sops blowing
and the sky behind to worry
dogs are howling in the chasms of a nightmare
upside down incongruously
and fishermen sow the seas with despondency.
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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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