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Jan 2020
wonder where it goes
when it disappears?

sometimes letters fade
in the passing and the
spelling is wrong

or the names are forgotten

not written on stone

yet

the news is not factual
so much here any more
and i feel the important
things are missed

and others come biased

i told him that i neither
trust nor mistrust such
a thing

that is more to do with
people

he had chocolate in his
bag

he gave me a leaflet
it is in my pocket
Sonja Benskin Mesher
49
   Weeping willow
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