Kevin Eaglesfield - Friend

She found him in the old town ditch,
Approaching Merrin's farm,
And tenderly she held him
In her rags to keep him warm.
And as he licked her grime-streaked face,
Then shared her dark, hard bread,
She carried him across the snow,
And to her dark, hard bed.

Kevin Eaglesfield

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