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Mar 2015
Red
A pink frock
A scarlet sock.
A red jelly dribbles
off his warm head.
A crimson poppy
a mauve leaf.
Swimming in custard again Fred?
A cigar burns close to his bed
Flames ignite the sock
and the fire burns his frock.
A crimson poppy is placed
on his fresh grave.
The leaf changes from
mauve to brown.
His veins drowning in fluid
that stain his pink gown.
His cigar and he are now ash
broken on a floor.
A red poppy at death's door.
Written by
cheryl love
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