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She Felled My Tree
before doing a runner
she cut down my tree
pine needles all over
festive debris to see
fairy dead on the rug
each bauble smashed
lights cables tangled
my Christmas dashed
should have twigged it,
axe-heads lit her eyes
our rapport splintering
ate my last mince pies
a forest of complaints
calling me dead wood
unhappy with my log
called my p...
Saturday 19th December 2020 10:51 am
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