Something wicked
Something wicked this way went,That is how my life is spent.
Too tired of life under darkened skies,
Not wanting to hear the muffled cries.
For something wicked this way came,
And old age is I know it's name.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-08-30 at 00:02
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