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Jul 31
WITHERED HEART

Spring, hung a left turn
& got hopelessly lost.

Buds: blossoming into frost.

(Kinda hurts when...you’ve nowhere to turn
but hey...you learn...you learn) .

...left with nothing but a withered heart.

Spring gambled & lost
got cleaned out by Winter & Old Jack Frost.

(Spring got unlucky...that’s all...had to pay the cost) .

... left with nothing but a withered heart.

Spring got sidetracked & left upon the shelf.
(What happened...happened...couldn’t be helped) .

Delicate china... broken delph.

No use crying over the milk that is spilt

...left with nothing but a withered heart.

Your name on a window...written in frost
a last letter       lost       in the post

(Useless words written with tears) .

... left with nothing but a withered heart.

... left with nothing but a withered heart.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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