'Wastelands'A Poem by Jason S Breed
Industrial world,
Reclaimed by a green hand. Clawed, Gnawed, Ignored, Reclaimed, Unwanted and confused, Discarded and misused, Society leaves me, In distress, No help, Or self regret, Need time to think, Need time to lose, Jump head first, Into the stew. © 2008 Jason S Breed |
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1 Review Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorJason S BreedLeighton Buzzard, Bedfordshire, United KingdomAboutI am ME...what more is there to say! Oh alright...if you want to know more... I grew up in Beeston, Nr. Sandy, and at an early age showed an interest in everything horticultural and also enjoyed creat.. more..Writing
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