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SIghing With Swans
Spots of rain spatter the water now
This bench is hard but I dont care
It seems nothing matters any more
Now that you're no longer there
Sighing with swans,brooding with swans
White down and orange bills, all easy grace
Out on the lake they sail and swim
But unlike me they know their place
Last night you dropped me like a hot cake
Yet the day had started so bri...
Sunday 26th April 2020 12:00 pm
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