I thought I would add a little normality before toddling off, so here is one of Anita’s acrostic poems!
Walking around in circles Ending where you began Deeper into madness Nearer the dark side Enduring the weight of Sunday sinners calling, faces lit Dark is the new light, welcome Away now all fears, enter here Young ones fool the hand that is offered... ©AnitaDawes2021
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