When the bad germs have gone away
you can come to my house
give me a hug me, hold my hand,
laugh too closely to my ear
and say Papa, listen
I know a secret.
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Graham Sherwood 04/2020
Reunion
"call me not poet, leave that title for others to confer, I write words in rhyme or not and set them free, let the world concur"
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