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In the Prison Gardens

I visit you, Dad,
in a place where the lifers
play Rummy with their families,
where sex-offenders
have picnics with their children.
The place where Reggie Kray
swapped vows with his fiancée.
The place where I get to hug you
for the last time –

In the prison gardens
on a perfect lawn.

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