Poem by Mary Hobson

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Perhaps I’ve tried too hard
to hide my grief.
But I am always on my guard
lest I should undermine the widely-held belief
that I can be the same,
unchanged, undamaged by the blow.
Well – friends are not to blame.
I’ve played their comfortable game.
How could they know?

1. The pain’s the same size as the love
2. Waterloo Station
3. The Counsellors
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Laundry Blues

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