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Mar 2019
Felicity blinks in the bright sunlight
Stepping off the train at Waterloo. Night,
Our time, seems gifted with hours too few.

Still, her mind is set on loving. She would
Even throw her arms around a tree. Should
She see 'neath it's bark rings of what could be.
David Bremner
Written by
David Bremner  Scotland
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