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Sunday, 4 September 2011

OLD FOLKS

They sit for hours around the edge of the square lounge,
weak, wrinkled, balding, staring, not staring, alone in the confines
of armchair space, locked in the routine of sleeping, eating, sitting,
wondering about the faces, the picture shows sliding across their minds
and trying to understand the occasional urge to smile.

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