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Sunday, 12 March 2017

At Times

I like a nice, quiet drink
Where I rationally think
About my mentality
Sometimes a gravity
Of sanity tranquillity
As I love socialising
Without patronising
Negativities from positivities.

I still have my paranoia moments
And suspicions with movements
Of the populace around me
Paradoxically being free
But I still feel locked up
As I swallow, sip and sup.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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