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GALLOWS
GALLOWS
Wet dawn morning rain dripping on sombre scene
low clouds distilling all colour to grey.
No warmth or hope or peace of mind.
Count down approaches creeping death
as workers test the gallow’s string, new white rope up,
haul heavy sacks of grain to test it – dead weight.
In his cell a condemned man is brought,
he didn’t sleep much. His last day on earth,
wheel...
Wednesday 20th November 2013 6:21 pm
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