An Accursed Day Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

An Accursed Day

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I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.

I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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