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Aug 2015
in between sentences I repeat words
whisper what was just said
and still I can stir the curry on the hob
and still the birds will sing
tomorrow the Hoodie Crows will think its Christmas
while I a benevolent parent will not look for thanks
Written by
nivek
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     Anto MacRuairidh
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