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Siren

a bad lady's fallen down,

I bend to tender succour,

lean, quite ravaged now,

she used to be a looker

 

rheumy eye meets mine

sees me for an old lover

I ring for an ambulance

my raincoat for a cover

 

beyond speech, staring,

I stroke her grimy hand,

crowd standing apart, a

motley but curious band

 

she tries to speak, but

uttering merely tears,

tho...

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