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Woodchip
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking: so what if I die?
Nobody cares
Was it my Christmas jumper
I went up to find?
Or, perhaps, I was looking
for the rest of my mind ?
He picks at the woodchip
at the bottom of the stairs
Thinking, so what if I die?
Nobody cares
My carer is due!
…Or has she just been?
I can't quite ...
Monday 5th December 2022 4:29 pm
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