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May 2018
It stands in the corner,
forgotten by all,
as the fallen leaves gather
in drifts by the wall.

Where the dead grasses lean
through the cold evening mist,
lies the grave of the unknown
Pacifist.
Al Drood
Written by
Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)   
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   JL Smith
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