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Dec 2020
9th
For a time the doors are flicked open
and forgot
in a rush to dress, cram breakfast
and sing ad infinitum
(to the great delight of my brother, Iā€™m sure)
the final rehearsals for the Christmas play
make days thrum by
Dave Robertson
Written by
Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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