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Dec 2020
9th
For a time the doors are flicked open
and forgot
in a rush to dress, cram breakfast
and sing ad infinitum
(to the great delight of my brother, I’m sure)
the final rehearsals for the Christmas play
make days thrum by
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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