http://slow.writerscafe.org/JosephPalmer The original writings of author Joe Palmer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021455 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Today we see the worst from men.Yet again, the same cyclic bloody rhetoricThat the news depicts with the same generic scripts. 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Yes, a large gin at lavish expense. Het up a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephPalmer/1354616/ When did the music stop?When did something in our hearts decide, it was time to just give up?To the pain we succumbBaby we're doneNow that the rhythm's stopped. When did the spark go out?When did we decide we'd had enough, or there abouts?To lonely abyss we surrender It's now or neverBut when did th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephPalmer/1328599/ She's forgotten all the pleasureShe's forgotten how to hold She's forgotten how to treasureOr just remember, the things we did of old.Shes neglected all the good timesJust the negatives are what she picksShe's neglected all the fun we've hadAnd what it was that made us stick. 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