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Poem in Eight lines |
| “Sweep it under the rug” Never to be seen or thought of again? Until that moment when your heart feels the tug Of guilt, remorse or pain. Somethings shouldn’t be swept out of sight, To moulder, decay and conceal. They should be brought out, into the light, To discuss, examine, scrutinise and feel. Prompt: Sweep it under the rug. |