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Aaron Hunter Poems
Every new dawn is a false dawn, every day a home defeat The sea of dejection is washing over his street He used to do it well but he’s long since lost the knack He’s looking in the mirror, but who’s looking back?
An indescribable feeling, swirling on top of a mountain in the drozzles of ultra humanity Relax in the gutter, everything calms out goodly, I speak slow but soft in the midst of these surrrealisties Drafty, drowsy look at me now, I’m crading, I will win ‘em all! ! I am one, my body crifting. I love this feeling above all else.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Every new dawn is a false dawn, every day a home defeat
The sea of dejection is washing over his street
He used to do it well but he’s long since lost the knack
He’s looking in the mirror, but who’s looking back?
He misses who he used to be, but that person won’t return
On this one day when you don’t want to have time to burn
No-one’s coming to the rescue, so it could be curtains
Being alive doesn’t always mean living, for certain
Everyone’s riveted by the brilliant new year
No-one’ll ever know if in a few years he’d be doing fine
It all started at 8: 30 ...