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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 ...

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