winter in the wingspan

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winter in the wingspan  ( fuck thirteen’s nasty weasel-demons & carry on )





autumn's squalls & balls are mortared

as the drawn at dawn are quartered

sodden is the rotten orchard

stinkin' as a binman


bollocks, hops the rabbit robin

at the rabid foxes gobbin'

yonder is a cabbage-goblin

pissin' in a tin can


as the truckin' psalms are hairy

interfuckin'planetary

phantom partridge in a pear tree

winter in the wingspan


til the muntered sun is dancing

& sunken badgers dancing

sing until the minted lamb spring

flutterings of flimflam

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