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Stoney garden
Toys, mugs and letters dress this stoney garden
In lines that would not impress a cold, gnarled sargent
Stones stagger around like crooked teeth
Adorned with names, chocolates and festive wreaths
The view is long, sprawling forever
Lost but knowing in its endevour
The living are still, smiling through their solemness
Clutching Birthday cards with Christmas sadness
...Thursday 2nd January 2025 9:11 am
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