Merry

It Was A Sound
A Rumbling One
That Rumbled Up
And Rumbled Down
As We Pass On
A Meddling Cough
A Hair In The Throat
A Crack In Her Pipe
Which Breath Broke
As She Gasped Air
Passing 7 In December
Covered In Bags
Knees Hitting Bags
Or Legs Under Bags
Filled With Jumpers
On And Off
Till Soon We Pass
More Doorways
And Hear Another Cough

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