Remembrance Sunday
who needs their shoes mended,
remembrance Sunday
wept for my soul. hello alleyway cousin,
I hear the thud of rain,
November morning you bought me down
Tempest and Thunder
I remember the frailty of grief
The day new day is of old
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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