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HATTHORN

We look from gloom
couldn't see afore
worried we became
Eccentric and despondency became our friend

We couldn't see
They unveiled and hat on
We rejoiced and merry
Alas! A thorn in hat
Erosion of blood gully down

We bath in our room of agony
We slept on a bed of stone
We dine with our sorrow

©oladecious

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