Christmas poem
The slaves are near the slaves are far,
We drink and be merry
And we nurse a scar
As a people
Covid was it's name
Who didn't lose
With no one to blame.
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I live in france with my dog and family, I am chronically ill and I run a charity. I have traveled the world and worked and lived in six countries. I Began in Ireland. I do autoethnography, psychology or artwork. I explore the topic of "life and living". However, I'm primarily blogging about my own life. I do alot of urban geography in the flaneur method and I use ai for the longer pieces. I'm hoping to develop my "nonsensical philosophy". I also write poems and essays.
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