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The Forgotten (especially for Karen)

I buried you years ago
consciously interring
every painful thought
beneath the earth.

I got on with life
hell bent to forget you,
letting the walls of time
grow wide and tall.

Then some jerk
disturbed the grave.
Oh what folly
he did make.

Now you have arisen
and all my ogres too
What am I to do?
Damn those memories of school!

poem by Ruth Walters
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