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The Wind

Carries its freight
rattle and clang,
drags rusty anchors
across the land.
 
Sea storms and poppies
an old sailor's sum,
brushing his teeth with
early rise rum.
 
It lifts up the skirt
of his Cancan tattoo,
rolls a thin smoke
to remember those who.
Razzerleaf
Written by Razzerleaf
Published | Edited 5th Dec 2019
Author's Note
Remembrance Sunday
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