Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Escape Comments

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I burnt my nose on a grindstone,
trapped my fingers in a wheel;
I’m riding on a treadmill,
like an hamster in a wheel;
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Brian Stafford
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Dr Antony Theodore 22 May 2019

I’ve got shackles on my ankles, a millstone round my neck, my escape, the plan, human slavery.. very good poem pointing to realities of life. tony

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 01 June 2015

The picture of bondage was created, especially by the first stanza. Nice work

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