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Thursday, 4 December 2025

Seven Stars or Seven Sisters

Odd to think of people

Who might have passed away

Of faces and personalities

That made you laugh

Who you may never see again


Sash windows, single glazed

Retold stories of embezzlement

Over coffee and cigarettes

Red wine with friends and family


This is all so unexpected

I thought I saw your face

A glimpse in the twilight

But it was someone very much younger