She talks, he listens
listens endlessly
he, she and he
whatever we
such familiar scenery
the fanfare drums
go in-between
the noise of wind
and crows and
dung-flies buzzing round
a pause
repentance only
lasts a minute
and then
that same Ol'
melody..! M
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