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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
...Wednesday 17th May 2017 7:12 pm
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