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..the jug..

white with red is cool and dramatic

 

he came by yesterday

his tyres were fat and I smiled

 

she said they were purposed for snowy terrain

 

there was none of that here

 

it was hot

 

and the birds sang different

 

i feel

 

or is it the space

 

feels special

 

things start to relate

what needs to be done next

 

and now I listen

 

my brother phoned

the one who refuses to talk of the past

 

talked of the past as always again

 

talked of days out with granny and why

 

her strictures ?

 

suddenly I understood

maybe

 

she was scared too.

 

my granny

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sonja-benskin-mesher
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Oct 24, 2020
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