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as the buzzards hum ( muh sdrazzub eht sa )

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fog beyond the frost
floating in the frozen so
toes ‘n’ fingers crossed

spin the greening leas
uppercut ‘n’ chin the hills
with a creeping breeze

wellingtons in time
’til the moon is afternoon
with a weathered rhyme

striding like a list
feather quill a better still
sun behind the mist

ticking closer – come
rocking chair a boxing hare
as the buzzards hum

’til the teasels stir
& a springing lamb is sprang
as the catkins purr

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