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What Little Humanity
I know where there is field of tall grasses
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
and a single weeping willow tree
and lying at its roots, a weathered headstone
the name is gone but you can still make out the year 1883
I go there sometimes to sit and read
I don’t who’s down there
I only know we keep one another company
Published 18th Jul 2022
| Edited 16th Oct 2024
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