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Nov 2018
String my heart with daisy chains
and lower me to peace
to lie in wait for mercy's hand
to bring my souls release.
The nightingale will sing her song
to mourn the passing day
as flowers linger up above,
themselves in sweet decay.
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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