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My Friend

* Edited


It was clear as daylight
Right from the start
He needed a friend
As did I, heart to heart.
Tho’ his visits took place
In the silence of night.

Regular as clockwork
He would arrive,
Stay the night then depart
In the early morning light,
While birdsong crashed,
Clamouring to wake the dead.


©Denise G Allen, 15 October 2013 08:22