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Poem: A birth
Lonely, frightened and bewildered they wandered,
with no place to stay
and a crisis coming on them imminently.
Doors and windows spilled light and noise,
but there was no space to welcome their weariness;
no warmth to wrap around their cold discomfort.
Turned away again and again,
they trudged the busy streets where people thronged,
but none would take the time to recognize their need.
Only one hard-pressed pub landlord
took two minutes from his business
to point them to an outbuilding at the back,
where they could get in from the cold
and attend to their emergency.
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
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