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Feb 2016
Wrapped around with electric fire
spewing out the storage heater.

I have to pay someone whom I have never met
a quarterly bill getting larger by the minute.

Oh for the freedom of a child who knows nothing of the World
save butterflies and flowers all summer long

and snowmen in the midst of winter
while sledging down the hill.
Written by
nivek
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