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the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
snow was falling hard
as the old man struggled
through the deep drifts
on the country road
light shone from a
a farmhouse window
the old man smiled seeing the glow
it was a candle
the widowed mother had placed there
nightly since last Christmas Eve
a year ago
a man was found
frozen along this s...
Tuesday 14th December 2021 5:22 pm
Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
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