Poem: Bygone Terrace.

Bygone Terrace.

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Each time I pass your garden

You have added a new distraction.

Sometimes a new bush

Or a new and pretty stone.

Yesterday I noticed that you

Have added a tiny antique table

With two delicate metal chairs

Painted in a powdery grey.

You have even put a crazed jar

In the centre of the table

And now it looks like perfection,

All overseen by the white marble bust

Looking out inscrutably from your window.

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