Lives Poem by james watkin

Lives



You'll find them, out simple place
Of games of chase, dog-led
Decoyed to run Conscience down.
Of Good Sense ran ahead.

You'll find them, wronged of something
Undisputed as Time.
Over all heads a death-notice
Who holds; as for a crime!

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james watkin

james watkin

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