----- A Sam Scott poem: 24th November 2023 -----
Our world Revolves Around us now Medication For each Furrowed brow No need To travel Sit just there Canute's Hypnotic TV chair A people Lost In static pose The world Moves on As we repose Break The cycle Turn off repeat Wet sand Again Beneath our feet Hear The birdsong Smell the rain Return to Humanity Once again
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