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By Brian Morrison      Artist/Writer/Thinker


 


 

 

I sat alone

With the crowd outside

All alone without a cloud, a joy, a care in the world

Numb excuse numb abuse

Worldly turns face to face

Trials of the mind

Riddles of meaning

Divided nations sit

All alone

With the crowd outside

Tangled tangible turmoil

Singing praise for race to race

Twisted words when alone have no place

Sounds are silent

 

 

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