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Tuesday, 14 February 2017

The Laburnum Tree, by Andrea MacDonald,

They can’t find me
And I can see everything
They’d never think to look for me here

We were forbidden to touch or go near you
An immediate allure

Poisonous tree
 they said
Shelter for me
Under the boughs

Gateway to my secret orchard
My halcyon hideaway

We met in May at the end of the garden
My secret place
With log stools and a table
Purloined from the wood pile

Call Call Call me
I will not come
Me and my toys are here


Do Not Disturb

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