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The Path

Today the leaves howl murder  
on my walk to Ibis Lane  
fresh corpses scream from puddles  
bare willows weep in vain  
 
As the storm reforms the river's  
seagull huddled bank  
eels burrow for the deepest mud  
sheltering by rank  
 
With Hammersmith obscured  
and joggers taking cover--  
I've decided to abort the child  
but please, don't tell your mother.
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 28th Feb 2015
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