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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Wednesday, 30 May 2018

Old dog Blue.

Old dog Blue. 

How'd I not see this through,
How'd I not know it was you,
Yet for all those days we shared stew,
You unlike happy Sally stayed true, 
Immersing me in sweet old blues,
You old dog, you, you're gone and I won't miss you

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