lives are lived on slabs of
concrete as grey as the
sky filled with tears on an
autumnal August day
and sticks of life
run around a ball
spinning in space
that never ever
reaches its goal
The grey goal
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The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner
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