Here the men and hear the men
Whispers then yell of past memories
Look at me! They say with sinister grins
I took from you with physical artillery
Here you scream, hear you yell!
Be no longer the scared one
The journey you now can tell
We, are not done
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Anthony Diaz
Writer of Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Horror, and sometimes Poetry.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 15 hours ago in Petlife
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