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Gone

Gone

 

Went away one day

Hid

On the moors

Where every swell and dip

Looks like every other

 

Counted to ten

Over and over

And over again

 

They looked in ditches

In the bleak mist

Of northern hills

 

Black shadowed coppers

Bobbies with grim features

That would stay with them

A lifetime

 

My mother cried

Never stopped looking

Died

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