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The lady of the night.
There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night.
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives,
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes.
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street
to the place that she calls her place of work
where her clients know that she’ll be.
In driving rain she'll be there again
as the drivers stutter on b...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:32 pm
The Mother.
The day that she was told that she would die
she did a big shop for the family
and made the kitchen smell of baking bread.
she labled and then ladled into pots
then all went in a freezer fit to burst-
as meals that they could eat when she was gone.
Then, going up into the children’s rooms
she took some time to sit upon each bed
and chancing on a scattered shirt or top
she held them close ...
Saturday 16th April 2016 4:09 pm
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