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Her name was Marjorie Harper (Free verse) by Caducus

I died a blur in half moon glasses her eyes reflected the blitz. I never told the nurse till nine, holding her in television blue it was all she remembered. A nurse turned her bed fresh linen for fresh dead and the sky of Marigolds were plucked from a china vase headfirst into polythene. Salaried pats from a light hand, carbon dioxide aplologies, the night nurse offered a glacier mint the chaplain offered the Lord I took none, just the vase and her velour dressing gown with her scent of April

pete 19-Oct-07/1:59 PM
she died a poem
and were you god
ten would be the score





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