let's plod these meadows

leagues & yards

the sunshine turns

 the sheep shit hard

them hedgerows sing

of bits of spring

charybdis

an opening

the buttercups

are yellowing

the bluebells ring

the nettles sting

so let's roam this shat

for bastard miles

plus once upon a nackered stile

i found a wallet

with loads of cash in it

so i kept it

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( ... author nodes ... sometimes poems ... just end ...

the don't end-end, they just end, sorry about that ... )