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POEM#436
‘SUNDAY MORNING’
‘I never shot her,’
Ned lied.
Mr Ward cradled his dog in his arms.
His knees bent under the weight.
NO CONTENTS1
POEM#436
‘SUNDAY MORNING’
‘I never shot her,’
Ned lied.
Mr Ward cradled his dog in his arms.
His knees bent under the weight.
