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Apr 2012
Boil the kettle - soon now

time enough and we’ll leave her

Pat my hand as we talk around it

until the past night is a blur

Push your hands to my eyes

they’re aching from the fever

The sun will come and change this

- soon now, hear the murmur?
Written by
Hazel M
715
     Arlo Disarray, --- and Tammy Bennett
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