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D. J. Brennan

D. J. Brennan

Everywhere

(In memory of my mother)

Everywhere I go
 
                        She is not there
 
Everywhere I look
 
                         She is nowhere
 
Can’t see her anywhere
 
                          And I know
 
She won’t be there
 
                          Though I look
 
Everywhere
 
May 2015.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan, Derbyshire.

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