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Roadside roses

From the lover you'll never know

A note scribbled down in tears

sits atop a mound of colour

Trying to work out what it means


From a family torn and lost

Flowers and your favourite teddy

sit upon the mound, arms wide open

sodden, muddy and forgotten

 

From school friends, teachers to cleaners

More flowers, notes and tokens

hoping everyone remembers

the day you went away

 

 

 

 

 

 

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◄ Lobe u

She left home ►

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