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May 2016
I slept
deep into the rock
of Wales

dead I was to
thought-
to walkers by who

sent prayers skywards
for my aching soul-
for he is dead

but I slept on-
knew not of
mourning love
nor fear

oh on slept I
deep down into
Welsh granite
hard slept I

for he is dead and gone
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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