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Feb 2014
Build up the tumbled down wall
again
stick the last red brick back in,
fix it with chewing gum, glue
and leave. It's fine. It is.

Close up the dam
stop up the river.
Fields drain, crops wither
and die, my eyes dry,
how foolish was I
to dream it could be different.
Molly
Written by
Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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