How terribly sad that the elation is great
When the awaiting feline meows
Pleased at your arrival
How it leaps to greet you
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Love mocks
Laughs heartily in your face
Poppet, Sweetheart,
Hilariously frolics upon the lawn
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Dear, you are so far away from us
Are you thinking of home?
The busy Dudley town adorned with stalls
Do you miss the sellers chants and calls?
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Where it is cold and damp
Where it is dark
Where smell is dank and old
Where the birds no longer sing
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Do they feel the same as me?
Is the Black Dog following them also?
Growling in their ears
'End it all here! '
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Ivy drapes the gravestones of the forgotten while
Flowers adorn the remembered ones
Within the church grounds
Towering oaks stand guard as rooks cry out in anguish, lost souls
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Crocheted blankets for babies, times three
Never finished the one for the Christmas fetus
Why was he not born?
Pile of soiled clothes in a sprawled piece of art on the rug
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Ancient elms and oaks
Stood like hell in the darkness
That enveloped the earth.
No creature dared to stir
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There are moths in The Louvre
A curious prison
Flitting insane faeries
Smacking tiny, furry wings
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