Sober

July 22, 2017
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Another day not to the point of thought,
Another day too glum for who would have got
One sole face blinded by the fate,
In a phrase to lewd to tell the tale,
Thrice redefined for law of town,
Only to be wrong and broken down,
Maybe the midnight was to be left alone,
For prayers and giving sought in stone,
Hopefully in Sea pain long to be free,
Shall the sober folk turn to the sea






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