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Lincolnshire (Free verse) by longships

Looking out over Lincolnshire from atop the cemetery hill, The skies clear and blue with a few clouds on the horizon. You took the container with tears in eyes, Scattered your dear friend's ashes across the world, There was none more suited for this task than you, I was proud of you that day, I loved you that day.

Stephen Robins 15-Jul-04/7:25 AM
Lincolnshire looks like a poo splattered tramp after a night on the gas which has been ironed as flat as crystal's chest.




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