Relatively

The poet was a Potter I have just found out
my grandmother as well was just so nee’d
I know of course there were a lot of them about
but all my genealogy
sits undiscovered in the shade,
though perhaps there’s some connection there
behind the soot and time and grime
lost in the streets that are no more
which feature in our rhymes.

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