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Mar 31
There is an old man’s walker beside the baby’s pram on the bus
There is something somewhere that is profound in that
I should think of time and cycles and the round about life
Of cradles and coffins
Of metal holding the body
There is a walker beside a pram on the bus
I think of baby shoes
Of my grandmothers slippers
Of my ******* boots  
Of the round about life
Written by
Meggi  20/Non-binary/Scotland
(20/Non-binary/Scotland)   
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   Kat
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