Poem -
Clay water jugs & Rusted copper pots
Clay water jugs & Rusted copper pots,
Awoken by early mornin light,
shinin through the dust;
last Septembers rain
Bundled in the sheets
I still smell you
And for a moment
It feels like home;
Β ```~~~...~~~```
I am,
Safely tucked away
in amongst their place
```~~~... ... ...~~~```
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