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Frazzling flash frost has Stole away clumped morning dew. Gave blanket to ground. 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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Flimsy garden fence With quivering shake it stood, Holding back the wind. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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My hopes and dreams, like Cloistered lambs to the slaughter, Shuffled, squeezed, breathless. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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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 world rolls on by. Plans are made as I sit here Feeling emptiness. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Overdue longing. I know you’re out there somewhere, watching the sunset. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Arced revolutions dictate heaven’s direction; always out of view. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Dead leaves spindle forth, cast down from heredity, left cracked-torn rotted. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Life’s Seldom a Ball When You’re Destined to be an Isolationist. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 