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Poem by Harvey Gillman

Dear diary

Poem by Harvey Gillman

by Harvey Gillman 22nd September 2023

I am so sorry that once again today
I have not been able to save the world.
Somehow there is never enough time.
Problems arise in unexpected places
and so, because of me, once more
the world will fall apart. All my fault.
Of course.