Her Father's Junk
She piled it up in heaps and mounds
and hurled it all into a skip -
his things were gone, the house was clear.
I saw a trembling bottom lip...
written 19th March for Constance's J for Junk contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2022
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