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Strays
far end of the graveyard
cant find it for tall weeds
but why did I come here?
thorn pricks, leg bleeds
this grass needs cutting
Billy always was a liar
there's daffodils dead
more blood from a briar
should have put on a coat
hurt me when he strayed
its starting to snow again
not only me he betrayed
trips on a trailing bramble
marble knocks her ...
Wednesday 9th December 2020 10:31 am
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