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I Listened For The Call, Which

I smelled the peat ,

and it's foreign earth.

My fingers, clawed and,

buried deep.

And the world .........

turned,... upside down.

But, I held on......

While it all erupted.

Death,..... played his game !

And I waited,.... my turn.

Which......,

Never came.

Giajl © Jim Love