“Be this lipstick on your collar, McNeer?”,
The question inside him struck fear
- But, a lie he’d not tell
- “ ‘T was ye sister, Belle …”
Funerals' tomorrow I hear.
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014
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