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Saturday, 21 July 2012

A DEATH KNOCK

They let them sleep before they told them.
Last night their daughter's car had clipped a curb,
pitched right and tipped
squealing to a halt on its roof.
I wonder if her hands were hot as she knocked;

if she'd done this before, did this all the time?
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