Angle Poem by Thomas Duffy

Angle



Whilst the world spins so clumsily
And the word was in redundancy
It was murder by despondency
And From the dirt we rose to ponder
Seize the troves and then dissemble the treasure moves your truths asunder proof you knew the one was written on the yonder, kinder, conquering sun for this wide eyed wandering golden gun and the fact your day is done

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