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    The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY.
    The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY.
    The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY.
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    The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY.

    By Anthony James Day

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    The last book of poetry by Anthony James Day, The final pages, his last words, his final seven pages... Life's sad chronicle.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnthony James Day
    Release dateSep 29, 2018
    ISBN9780463576540
    The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY.
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    Anthony James Day

    Anthony James Day is a freelance poet born in Brisbane in 1971. Anthony featured in a documentary titled "The Vagabond Poet", showcasing the poetry scene of Brisbane in the 1990's. Later Anthony gained notoriety for dancing in the mall outside Sanity Music in the Hobart mall (Tasmania), affectionately known as the Hobart Dancing Man.Anthony wrote six volumes of poetry during his lifetime, which was sadly cut short due to suicide in 2003.His poetry and legacy continue to be shared through the efforts of his friends and family.

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      The Final Pages, The Last Words of A.J.DAY. - Anthony James Day

      THE FINAL PAGES...

      THE LAST WORDS OF...

      A.J.DAY.

      THE FINAL SEVEN PAGES...

      LIFE'S SAD CHRONICLE...

      F.S.P.

      These are my final seven pages...

      my farewell to the few who believed in me.

      Go to hell all the rest...

      those critics who have nothing to say...

      those blind commuters on the trains and buses...

      never seeing beyond their noses...

      those lawyers who hide behind their computers...

      those silent people who watch life's tragidy...

      with a fascination...

      like those at a side show of crucified freeks.

      Is this what you want leave the children?

      A world of division...

      A world of disarray...

      Thanks to destiny I have numbered days.

      Would not want

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