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Jun 24
Mysterious girl
the snowdrop child,
buried in spring, etched in stone
in a churchyard corner she sleeps alone,
many greedy winters have gobbled up her name
she was never an enigma
because we loved her just the same
We used to pass her on the way home from choir practice and wonder who she was
Unpolished Ink
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