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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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