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Jun 2017
XXVII

A three of clubs.
A clarinet missing seven keys.
A left shoe, untied.

A cross on a fine gold chain.
Hot and cold bath knobs.
Three rubies, twelve emerald earrings
And seven diamond necklaces.
A baby doll.

A broken pocket watch.
Gold coins.
The teardrops of every man to lose
a lover
The hurt of every child to have lost
a mother
For every girl to have lost a boy
For every hand to have lost a hand
to hold
A friend to lose a friend

One thousand, five hundred
and seventeen souls.
Amanda Evett
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   M L Evett
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