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Oct 2021
The north wind blows to
bend the Sleepy Town oaks
The whirling whispers
louder than the
Sleepy Town folks
Candles in the windows -
the Sleepy Town hoax
for the town is long deserted
by the Sleepy Town blokes
The echo of former laughter
from the Sleepy Town jokes
The Autumn fog appears as if
The Sleepy Town smokes
Rain recalls the memory,
as the Sleepy Town soaks,
of liveliness forgotten
by those Sleepy Town folks..
JA Perkins
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JA Perkins  36/M/Right here
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