it was still night but not at all dark
when the madmen cut the grass open
so we could pass
we swam across the cherry creek
with my cane in his mouth
something was burning
when we reached the shore
no need for thankyous
he said
as I hiked my skirt up
to my hips
no need for thankyous
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-22 at 12:11
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English War Veteran aged 98 |
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Lourdes |
