Forlorn
Not forlorn, but has every right to be
She and her sister called out to me
Dad, and smiled, thinking she would be picked up
Her sister sulked and moped, thinking she wouldn't be picked up
I walked inside the pub
She was still swilling it down
Gave me a look as if to say
"This is all your fault"
I panicked and rode away.
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The
Nexus Collection
EWAN ELLIOTT
Anew
A
New Year
 Assign
Balance
Beginning
Blenheim
Dancing
Dusty
Boots
East
meets West
Forlorn
Ghosts
Golden
Slippers
I
Think
Loving
and Liking
Many
Faces
On
a Full Stomach
Poker
Days
Sachets
Slippery
Lines
Techno
Marvel
The
Head Ward
The
Last Rites
The
School Yard
Tired
Eyes
Winding
Roads
Without
a Word
Where
have all the young men gone ?
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