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unsteady upon his feet
don’t like going out in a strong wind
I’m a bit of a candle, fearing being blown
over and out he said, knowing full well,
of course, no one was listening,
but it was nothing, he told himself, that
it was nothing he couldn’t handle
Published 20th Oct 2024
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20th Oct 2024 00:21am
I'm listening Paul I appreciate your presence here ❤️a very wry write you have my attention... I prefer the country setting a large front yard and big porch in which to regard the world from...connecting with people is difficult sometimes...
