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Saturday, 4 April 2020
Empty Nest
Empty Nest
The feathered nest is full and warm.
A heartfelt place when all is torn.
The sun beats down, swallows fawn.
A mellow pot to stir brains and brawn.
The birds have flown.
The nest is blown
To pieces:
The nieces
Of another weary family feud.
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