Poem -

It

It comes and it goes 
It ebbs and it flows 
It's erratic 
It's grammatically incorrect sometimes
It's sublime and chaotic 
It grows and breaks down 
It tears up the rule book and paints the town 
It's dripping down the wall's It's trampled into dancefloors 
It's building's full of people
All around
It's ground 
Into the pores of different coloured skin's 
It's within us all .

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Barry Childs

It's good. I will be buried in it one day. Thank you for a superb write, John.  Barry x

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