Poetry
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Steam plumes from kettle, signalling a call for cups.Tea-time is thee time. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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The lively droplets spout sputtering strolling streams. Fountainhead descent. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Pen and ink are drawn, like mouth to quenching water, flowing through my hand. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Breeze blew through bottomed-out basket brittle, bounding blue shards all over. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I am no stranger to the dark and maccabre.I dance with shadows. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Sleepless eyes betray even the most well-prepared. Fatigue is master. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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I need a hex girl to come put a spell on me in the dead of night. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Far-out shooting stars, coursing on oblivion, searching for lost homes. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
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Entropy the great! Killer of the universe.Coming from us all. Giuseppe Gillespie – September 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 