Wildflowers Live On
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Chickens picking amongst wild flowers.
Undug patches with netting bowers.
Tuberculosis that's running rife.
Sore, scrubbed hands on every wife.
Pebbledash cottages with rotten sills,
Made of dryrot and carpenters bills.
The mantle pops the smell of gas.
Shiny the hob and fenders brass.
Coal from the cellar rises in dust,
While draught through a crevice blows unjust.
The outside room is shaped by many,
In brutal weather and sometimes sunny.
Still the wild flowers live on.
Sally Plumb
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