Giuseppe Gillespie
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Cold early morning, A quiet powerline buzz My only partner. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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If the person closest to you was replaced by someone (or something) that shared the exact same appearance, speech, memories, and mannerisms as them would you know?
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Crane’s neck stands supple, Well suited for spring preening, Got to look your best. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Spooky season vibe, Dracula by candlelight, Literary fright. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Old Ireland is dead. Its language, culture, and soul, Traded in euro. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Odin’s blood payment, Half his sight given for the Allfather’s knowledge. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Cog and gear given To most inquiring children. Foundations are built. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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This little notebook, Weighed down over time with ink, Its blank pages stained. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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A dagger voice cuts; Doubt laid upon this heart. A Rain of brass petals. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Frazzling flash frost has Stole away clumped morning dew. Gave blanket to ground. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 