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Oct 2015
NO**
You shout this to the world, and the world turns still.
How dare the rain fall, a relative call.

How dare the earth turn, while you still yearn
How dare they laugh, while you still ache.

How dare the sun rise and night fall,
while you have no relief from the grief at all.

The wreaths are dead.
All has been said.
Copyright Β© JLB
11/10/2015
13:30 BST
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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