A dearth of death we’d deem divine but would the breadth of births be fine Who’d win the race for food and space as crowds get loud
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
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Category: Holiday and Season
Working For It
Death follows me ever closer quickly, slowly stopping no sir So nor will I I will defy not wait for fate
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
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Inner Sanctum
The horoscope said don’t go out I wouldn’t cope with what’s about So I’ll stay here and feed your fear with whispered bliss
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
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