365 Poems in 365 Days: Thatcher
Thatcher was Prime Minister until I was fourteen
I didn't remember another, couldn't tell what it means
Maybe I still don't, it remains to be seen
Number 48, this time on Margaret Thatcher's death. She was Prime Minister when I was growing up, and agree or disagree she was always there, until one day she wasn't. And now, again, like an echo.
I didn't remember another, couldn't tell what it means
Maybe I still don't, it remains to be seen
Number 48, this time on Margaret Thatcher's death. She was Prime Minister when I was growing up, and agree or disagree she was always there, until one day she wasn't. And now, again, like an echo.
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