Poetry
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With Autumn comes death, Green turns into golden brown, Nature’s slate wiped clean. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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The shadows take form. Snakes, rabbits, and butterflies. A silhouette dance. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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A plane looms above, Motion rumbles my tumbler, The whiskey shudders. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Probability Lying in wait, somewhere in- Between infinity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Quick reps and full sets, The body knows if you cheat, Failure shown on waist. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Her features porcelain Made of delicate design Tempered in life’s kiln. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Childhood cruelty, To watch its corpse limbs wriggle, Pulling crane fly legs. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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The clock hand strikes dawn, Morning breaks upon dusk clouds. Birds begin singing. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Flying geese on high sing their freedom call, while we toil away below. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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This is no country For the old or young. Reserved Only for the rich. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 