from even before the days of the Colosseum
Entertainment is born from the fruit of a culture
That which is politically acceptable to maintain
A leadership whose fruit always ripens to rot
There to explain the decay of a civilisation
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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