Poem -

Falling like

days are
Not simple   Falling like

bricks on the back of a flea

crushing and blinding and
Squashing and Grinding

too many days falling
Only one flea
seconds spill minutes, Days

​​​spill blood from me

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Rory McGinlay

Bernie is right, days are too big for me sometimes 

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Marion

Thanks so much R... sadly likewise x

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