Each night brings waste-
Solemnly peering – waiting for more-
On the very edge of the days last sunlight.
Copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
Information on my self published short story found via the link below.
Each night brings waste-
Solemnly peering – waiting for more-
On the very edge of the days last sunlight.
Copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
Information on my self published short story found via the link below.
mtaggartwriter 
There is an end from birth as we breath our last breathe
I solemnly swear
To tell the truth at the end
So I may sit where ever I’m allow
In peace or with a glass of ice cubes
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