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the first of frost ( tsorf fo tsrif eht )
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a dove above, a sprite of white a skein of geese, a host of crows the winter creeps as summer sleeps with speckled steps & twinkle toes a crunch below - the frozen grass is numbered up & bags of crisps the soft is off, the mud is stone a circle sings, a conker falls a sort of door, the hinges creak a blast of brass & monkey balls the air's a ghost - so wear a coat a pair of gloves with fingers crossed & wander on - beyond the swan a murmur in the first of frost ...