Saturday 5 January 2019

dying
the things I never said
to my sons
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an unfortunate worm in the mouth of the early morning blackbird 

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    al fresco dining mouthfuls of mosquitoes
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    freezing fog crows appear and disappear Published (2024) Blithe Spirit  Volume 34 Number 1 page 9