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this country lane ( enal yrtnuoc siht )
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quivers in a blue cagoule
hum a hymn & wander on
crows & poems peck the head
squawking with this ball & chain
flutters in the moth of june
puddles pool - a splosh of feet
fingers slip as noses drip
buttercups are on the brain
fields of wheat are shifting seas
waving as the thunder drums
mumbles in a shroud of cloud
jumble down this country lane
til the sun erupts & smiles
glow with ghosts & rove for miles
float if roses war with thorns
bee the breeze & sup the rain
( cheers )
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Joyful and yet melancholic, how do you do that? Great writing…
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gemini mind tricks
possibly
thanks for reading
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