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Take my hand
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Poems Young Mam.
Patience worn thin.
Exhausted.
Lost in a moment in time.
A secondary lapse of concentration.
Now she's going out of her mind.
Desperately she's been searching,
for the only thing she can't seem to find.
The supermarket turns into a rugby pitch,
as she hustles and bustles her way through.
She can hear her heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears.
The palpable fright.
The onset of tears.
She hears an outcry,
on her way through the din,
and she prays to the heavens.
Please, let that be....
Forward she rushes,
arms outstretched.
