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ISSUE NO. 6

December 2024

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Poetry

The Cell

By

Rossco

Rossco writes from Loddon Prison in Victoria.

Jennifer Grismer for Unsplash

Come in and take a seat,

At long last we get to meet.

I know you are here for committing a crime,

So let’s you and I do some time.

I’ve got something I’d like to say,

I will see you change from day to day.

The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,

I will be there for your every meal.

You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,

You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”

Make the best of the time you’ve got,

And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.

One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,

That’s the day they set you free.

I’m sure you want to know my name?

It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.

We are both together in this man made hell,

Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”

Come in and take a seat,

At long last we get to meet.

I know you are here for committing a crime,

So let’s you and I do some time.

I’ve got something I’d like to say,

I will see you change from day to day.

The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,

I will be there for your every meal.

You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,

You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”

Make the best of the time you’ve got,

And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.

One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,

That’s the day they set you free.

I’m sure you want to know my name?

It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.

We are both together in this man made hell,

Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”

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Creative

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Nostalgia

By Dennis

Nostalgia is a gentle haze, a soft and fading, golden maze, where time itself begins to blur, and memory’s touch is sweet and pure.

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Art From Inside

By Lanie

Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.

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