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The Lantern
Your heart sags wrinkled now
Old and grey before its time
Ravages shown in bandy legs
A heavy toll of frost and rime
Tarry not till your heart is old
Make hay afore night descends
Time rips fast and none knows
When life sinks low and ends
Once your heart was fanciful
Joys were the order of the day
Now its an armchair and pills
Listening to what doctors sa...
Friday 9th October 2020 11:00 am

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