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Poem Of The Week: Mercies By Don Paterson
Mercies She might have had months left of her dog-years, but to be who? She’d grown light as a nest and spent the whole day under her long ears listening to the bad radio in her breast. On the steel bench, knowing what was taking shape she tried and tried to stand, as if to sign that she was still of use, and should escape our selection.
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