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Apr 2018
A glass of orange cordial
Sat bored on the kitchen top
Now usually long forgotten
As we children play grown up

Soon after we become thirsty
And return to search our drink
But this time the glass is *****
The cordial not as orange as we think.
Random late night meanderings
Sole
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