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Freedom At Last
Freedom At Last
Flames raged in the cornfields around it,
Bobbing there in stagnant waters
Tethered to a solid mooring post
With a thick, coarse rope.
Each spark from the furnace
A risk to its rotting timbers
As it took hold and smouldered
And smoked and spread
Oars crossed and laid on its floor
And the spattered markings of crows
Bleaching spots of ...
Monday 4th May 2020 2:24 pm
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