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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

Caducus 20-Oct-07/10:54 AM
Bloody hell. you know you've done ok when rockmage gives a 10. thanks (not for the score but for the :)




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