Born out of timeA Poem by BeccyWe are all the product of fusion, intentional or otherwise, the choice of when such an event occurs, always quite Hobson in its option. Thus, when retro designer clothing catches your eye, or from a psychedelic viewpoint you see diamonds in the sky; blame it on the boogie.
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10 Reviews Added on August 9, 2014 Last Updated on August 9, 2014 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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