“Time and Tide wait for no man.” Ancient observation. Yet here I am, dawdling in the doldrums, whilst the surf of life smashes shale into granules of sand. I’ll wager you didn’t expect me to be waxing lyrical this early, but I’m in the mood for bloody awful poetry as I wade through the tide …
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Mightier Is The Pen 