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Lovingly
Thoughts of her arise
Like thistles in the garden
From deep down
The prickly memories grow
Spreading like a blight
On my waking mind
Try and grasp them
Just to be hurt
The only solution
Is to dig them out
Only to dig them up
Next year
Like thistles in the garden
From deep down
The prickly memories grow
Spreading like a blight
On my waking mind
Try and grasp them
Just to be hurt
The only solution
Is to dig them out
Only to dig them up
Next year
Published 22nd May 2019
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