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Monday 19 December 2011

in 3 - 1

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A pear tree is what he gave me
On that last Christmas day.
I excavated below and
Built windows for a roof above
Hoping it would never die.

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.. but it did ..
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2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

There is always the memory, to keep it sort of alive. Enjoyed.

19 December, 2011 22:09
Marjolaine Hébert said...

Hmm ..

19 December, 2011 22:32

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