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Roadside roses
From the lover you'll never know
A note scribbled down in tears
sits atop a mound of colour
Trying to work out these forgotten fears
From a family torn and lost
Flowers that soon will rot
Your teddy sits upon the mound, arms wide open
Melting, muddy and forgotten
For the journey now cut short
With an ending some had thought
If only you could see things
How b...
Thursday 17th October 2024 1:38 pm
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