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Jan 2015
Bring out your dead cried the man with the cart.
The red cross on the door.
He trundled on and on.
Calling and shouting.
A cart full of infection.
Off to the plague pits the dead were carted.
The cycle completed, the cart trundles on.
Bring out your dead cried the man with cart, again.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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