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It is almost 8 evening in Mississauga.I am walking outside. There is an urge to get out the house and walk on the pavements.

Memory Lane

Amma and the Clock

Tick tick tick…tick..tick….tick………..tick ………….tick , there it was, the clock was dying on me again. I was watching it die, and although it was lifeless, the dull, chocking ticks made the death look so

Goodbye, Traveller, Hunger

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Amnesia

Preparing for flight he stretched his arms before him, ending them with two strong fists suitably accompanied by a tightening of his smile.

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This is the first time I’m contributing a poem......so brickbats are most welcome!!!