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I spend far too much time pouring over things in my mind because the alternative is to just forget, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to wake and find the entries gone and lost like a plane to sea or a boat to air The many tears I cried over nothing That nothing was once something Or should I say someone, not nothing Many many are the tears I shed In grief, disbelief, and despair
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Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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