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Mar 2017
A stone dropped,
Into the well,
Into the well,
Well,
Well.
Tapping the walls,
On its way.
Way,
Way,
Way.
The echo coiled to the top,
Chasing the stone, soon I drop.
No echo now,
A flop,
A plop,
Then stop.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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