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?

14th July, 2001




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