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Sunday, 14 October 2012

PitterPatter RatterTatter

the pitter patter
of my heart
is never heard
when we are apart

the pitter patter
of tiny feet
the sound we heard
when we first did meet.

the ratter tatter
of the front door
a uniform says
you'll be home no more

the pitter patter
of the rain
drowns no sorrows
washes away no pain

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