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The Carry

I was walking down Belle Vale Road tonight.
Just before the bridge, the field to my right.
A tiny child brushed past me in cape and hat.
He wanted a carry, but wasn't to know that.

But when he spoke he was not child but man.
And everyone should carry him, was his plan.
Other people suddenly arrived on the scene.
And to give him a carry, they where all so keen.

From nowhere people came to stand and stare.
To refuse to carry this man, they did not dare.
I didn't carry him because the tale I didn't know.
Because of my ignorance the man cursed me so. 

 

 

◄ Never Born To Fight

Friday The 13th 2020 ►

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