whimsical
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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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The clock hand strikes dawn, Morning breaks upon dusk clouds. Birds begin singing. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Convex concaves, ridged Mottled craters, and bridges. My ears twist and twine. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Foundation at fault, Liquorice asphalt lingers On pavement tumult. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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I’ve a funny feeling on my face. I don’t think it’s quite in the right place. These words you find on some line, as I’ve lost the use of mouth. Formulated in time by a mind whose metre is composed in doubt…
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The mind in motion, a series of chemical process and action. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Lazy morning mist carried, on a crude cold snap dancing, through sun rays. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Prickled green cactus does not take too kindly; the presence of neighbours. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Saturn, the ringed gas giant, playing the biggest game of hula hoop. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 