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The Delicacy of Time
The delicacy of time
forever owned the aging duchess,
towing along the bow-legged sow
on Brighton Street.
Bending at her ravaged toes
with curled tears of dread,
the mongrel wept in silence,
knowing that this
is as good
as it's ever going to get.
forever owned the aging duchess,
towing along the bow-legged sow
on Brighton Street.
Bending at her ravaged toes
with curled tears of dread,
the mongrel wept in silence,
knowing that this
is as good
as it's ever going to get.
Published 19th May 2020
| Edited 20th May 2020
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