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Apr 2015
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squashed cabbage leaves, 
crushed petals, broken stems 
strewn along grey slush 


wind whisks cobbled street, 
gravel crunches under 
hooves and booted feet 


rain-drooped marquees 
whisper freshest gossip; 
clock tower tolls on the hour




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hellopoet
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   --- and Steff
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