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Dec 2014
Smokey nights behind fly screen filters
Torn in one corner, what the use?
It creaks every time you enter,
clangs shut when you leave.
The time will come
when I’ll get a new one.
One that won’t creak or clang -
who’ll, fix that ******* door.
Someone who’ll never leave,
and write me
poetry.
Lennox Jones
Written by
Lennox Jones  Auckland
(Auckland)   
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