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Winter Musing
And the December weather
was upon you and the winter
evenings were drawing in and
she wanted to hold your hand
as you walked home after getting
off the school bus and the cold
air bit into flesh and you held her
hand and sensed the pulse in her
and the life there and the skin
on skin thing and some kind of
electrical buzz through your veins
and into your heart and head and
the traffic went by fast pushing up
wet from the road and you remember
the black tarmac then and her years
later by cruel cancer dragged dead.
poem
by
Terry Collett
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