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Sunday, 22 October 2017

When Sky Water's Falling

When sky water's falling, 
When no one is calling,
When everything here is gray and wet.
For once you don't matter
For worse or for better.
I'm going nowhere, yet I'm late.

Posted by Gypsy Scribbler at 20:52
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