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 MY POETRY 205-THE RELENTLESS DAY  
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tracks

                    we followed the tracks of the old lines
                    through scrubland,
                    wasteland,
                    forgotten places.
                    A dead area
                    where cigarettes and philosophy
                    our constant companions,kept our minds
                    edged and keen.
                    at night,alcohol dulled the senses
                    and the pain of life.
                    and now as i look down that far land
                    i wonder,if like the old lines,
                    i will rust and fade away
                    become no more than memory
                    and waste land  


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