light be there let

~

light be there let  ( tel ereht eb thgil  )

 

can the goblins see me?

but the wind is plasticine

she is not an octopus

then the seventh century

soaring with the goshawks

underneath the garden

are there swans in swansea?

on a magic carpet

born before the cod wars

february the fifty fifth

farmers farting parsnips

bees in aberdeen

sod a soggy michaelmas

yet the lemon cheesecake

sings another songbook

love me like a mayfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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