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A Break In The Wall
A Break in the Wall
A busker plays piano accordion at the cross
Incongruous or perhaps that’s me?
Here to retrace the steps
Of my ancestors?
Well…no not really
Unless they were Roman?
Where was I?
Retracing steps…yes
I have been here before
Oh years before
Resided a stones throw away
Walking the wall
There are ghosts along this wall
Of my own mak...
Monday 17th February 2020 7:54 am
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