An Accursed Day
T Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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