Giuseppe Gillespie
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Putrid flesh rended, On history’s bloody page For all eyes to see. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Sweet shop favourites Corroding rotted molars. The price of sugar. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Spewing from a dark Blue outside. Evening’s pale Shuffle dance begins. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Look out for meaning’s Sheen seen from corner of eye Like peering magpie. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Ocean’s roar beckons, Many a sailor’s life lost Chasing sirens’ call. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Whispers on the tiled flooring, hark! ‘Beware!’ they call, ‘Slippery when wet’. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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A flowing river Carries away earth in stride. The ground whittled down. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Crescent chortle slant Hanging on crooked half-moon Smile. Dark intentions. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Golden limes in spring, To behold is such a thing. Chomp through zesty zing. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Flimsy garden fence With quivering shake it stood, Holding back the wind. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 