April 2026

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A toast

The storm clouds sit with tears I never wanted to cry I sat with a smile, when the writer in me wanted to die Tears slowly went down a cheek for a writer unlike any other You were the one that broke the rules to a gate I build out of defence I can’t hide…

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A battle I can’t win

If tomorrow never comes tell yesterday I made my preparations the day before last And tell him Im raising my glass to the past to show him that what he has done has run its course And Im tired of being pushed around by an unseen force And Ive written down all my shortcomings but…

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