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monday, then ( neth ,yadnom )
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no cappuccino – but hot vimto
branches on the path
& dead pheasant feathers
the daze was ablaze
in the kingdom of the beige
like a dart in the heart
of a chartered surveyor
the sky was alive
with the wings of an ant
but the ground was the sound
of a comatose crow
ten red robins, seven treecreepers
the telephone rang
& rang, & rang
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Nicee ❣️
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nice 1
thanks
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