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Oct 2020
Why is nobody wandering
Lonely as a cloud
In my world
Why is about guts and pain and strain
Why are there no host of golden daffodils
Hovering
Just beneath my cloud?
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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