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drowning
I once met a woman on Greenwich Lane,
She told me
“My past is a dusty Blanket,
Soiled by the sickness of too many a men”
Then she knelt down in the Thames river
Scrubbing her blistering hands
Scrubbed then her knees,
Fell head first and from the wake I heard her scream;
“Wash the stains away,
Wash it all out,
Wash the stains away,
The terrible stains”
Then as she proceeded to sink
Water filled her wailing mouth,
Upon seeing my horrified expression,
Through one last gasp she yelled;
“But I don’t regret those stains”.
Glazzard, Louis Rowan

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I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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