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Siren
a bad lady's fallen down,
I bend to tender succour,
lean, quite ravaged now,
she used to be a looker
rheumy eye meets mine
sees me for an old lover
I ring for an ambulance
my raincoat for a cover
beyond speech, staring,
I stroke her grimy hand,
crowd standing apart, a
motley but curious band
she tries to speak, but
uttering merely tears,
tho...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 10:33 am
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