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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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A new day without morning song


Solitude brings me to a place I find comfort
though if the truth to be known… not inside
I have lost my trust in all things made human
now it seems it's only this truth I despise
for the truth is I trust few men… only my instincts
my good friends my true friends long gone
all I am left with is this cold place of comfort
and a new day without morning song.








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