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Earlier...
We had walked We walked
Hand in hand
Through snow Through
To the patisserie
Where we bought
Oven warm bread warm
And salted butter
And paid in change
We waited
A little too long little
In the doorway doorway
Staring out at the cold ...
Sunday 11th October 2015 4:14 pm
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