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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