Wednesday, July 19, 2017

A Poem Comments

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I've lost lots of things worthwhile, my pleasure and my gun,
And the days of my capture, pass slowly one by one,
But as I sit in loneliness, each day more plain to see,
My body may be captured, but my heart and mind are free.
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Andrew Wright
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