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Published 4th November 2016

soon you won’t know me at all


you sang


if i had my life to live over

i’d still do the same things again


and our eyes fell on you

like nostalgia on an aul yellowed snap


raymond left and you spiraled

in slow descent with your

pot of tea

you sit




cleaning dust

from under the telly


you can’t find your key

and tell me dolores

is light-fingered

and can’t be trusted


the fridge is stuffed with eggs

each day you buy a half-dozen more


you know me when i call

but you’re not sure who you are

soon you won’t know me at all





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