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all this was fields then and the mental hospital
lying under a guesswork of snow
she had the most beautiful eyes like green jewels
and a strange mouth dubious and dodgy
next door they were adopted
when I think of the unmarried mothers' home
I think of snow and the long drive like a story
you'll never know the ending of
it was all fields and something must have
been planted there while we were away.
From Painted, Spoken no. 18, 2008