She went out in her finest dress.
The newspaper had woken her from sleep.
wake up, wake up
shake off the glitter and crumbs,
the remnants of last nights feast.
Death has been again.
Wake up, wake up from your sleep.
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Author:
saratree (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2023 00:56
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Great poem
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