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Dec 2017
is gone.



old

ancient

he died



buried



his house

is now



the log shed



tidy stacked

good



he did not prance about

stood on one leg

lonely





the hens had gone

a long time



we all miss cocky.



there is no photograph.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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