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The Return
It dawned upon me
A thought I'd feared, yet
Darkly desired;
Time to put the tweed back
On its hanger . . .
Used though still
Brand new . . .
Back to soiled black
Leather . . .
Cold no matter how old
The wrinkles
In its skin . . .
A thought I'd feared, yet
Darkly desired;
Time to put the tweed back
On its hanger . . .
Used though still
Brand new . . .
Back to soiled black
Leather . . .
Cold no matter how old
The wrinkles
In its skin . . .
Published 11th Oct 2020
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