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The seventh hour of the morning.
The fifteenth day of July.
It was a year ago today my husband left me.
A year ago today my husband died.
What have I done to deserve this?
The agony of a memory long gone.
Each morning as the sun comes o'er the hillside.
And the cock crows to say it's dawn.
Beneath a million tons of rubble
His body still lies today.
Where once he soiled his hands to keep his children warm.
Now all that's left is his grave.
Written December 1972.