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Dec 2018
I really did not know what they meant
Standing on the outside
Like nothing was of importance
Other than the coming along
The day splattered with rain
Spreading the newly bared earth
The weeded area with breathing
And the afternoon sprang tears
While **** Robin
Sang his song.
Written by
Mary Gay Kearns  67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
(67/F/Hertfordshire , UK)   
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