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|    Will Dockery to All    |
|    Re: Shattered / Will Dockery    |
|    25 Feb 26 03:56:01    |
      From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid              mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:       > Will Dockery wrote:       > >> HarryLime wrote:       > >>> Will-Dockery wrote:       >       > >>> Shattered       > >>>       > >>> The seconds have piled up       > >>> at the floor       > >>> lost here in some other guy's past       > >>> lying there       > >>> with your seconds piled       > >>> there went by a life       > >>> untold       > >>> unasked       > >>> going by       > >>> never caused and never traced       > >>> the future never ever appears here.       > >>>       > >>> If some morning I wake       > >>> here for you       > >>> trying to find some reason to return       > >>> if I see things denied       > >>> I once defined       > >>> a life just passed me by there       > >>> slipped through my fingers       > >>> everything here now is real       > >>> so wait.       > >>> That portion of the finish       > >>> never comes.       > >>>       > >>> Now that the lights are going so low       > >>> the dimming glow       > >>> falls on my ego       > >>> now that I'm falling       > >>> into my morning       > >>> here I am gazing into those       > >>> reflector eyes       > >>> morning light       > >>> is blasting my head clean too.       > >>> Morning's clearer       > >>> I've been forgetting it.       > >>>       > >>> Your thoughts seem to stream       > >>> like a highway       > >>> dimming lights seem to streak       > >>> like hitch-hikers.       > >>> When does this dream end?       > >>> When do I get on up the road?       > >>> The light sped out       > >>> like a fire-fly       > >>> like gravestones       > >>> never noticed       > >>> never seen.       > >>> Like marbles       > >>> spilling from shattered minds.       > >>>       > >>> -Will Dockery / August 20 1976       > >>>       > >>> ***       > >>> (Published March 1977 in the Carverlite, the Carver High School       > >>> newspaper, Columbus Georgia)       > >>>       > >>> From:       > >>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2023/09/shattered.html?m=1       > >>>       > >>> ***       > >>> Original text restored, troll content removed.       > >>       > >> No one touched       > >       > > You're a troll, I didn't expect you to admit it.       >       > Anyone can scroll up              No shit, Sherlock.              😏              --       Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:       https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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