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To Work, a poem written by John Grey at Spillwords.com

To Work

To Work written by: John Grey   Morning is a time bomb set in motion by knuckles rubbing eyes, a yawn three yards wide, a stumble in and out of the...
The Hatter, poetry written by LFA Turppa at Spillwords.com

The Hatter

The Hatter written by: LFA Turppa   There's a war growing inside, Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; Imminent since my day of birth, Never quite knew m...