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the garden in winter ( 4 lines )
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the lawn sleeps in whispers
all roses have withered
here hardened gnomes shiver
the garden in winter
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the garden in winter ( 4 lines )
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the lawn sleeps in whispers
all roses have withered
here hardened gnomes shiver
the garden in winter
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well this shit kicked in on the night after epiphany quite possibly a delayed reaction great uncle wet wipes dozed as the moon mooned surreptitiously yet magnet-esquely hence the attraction it was musical in places staggered bits of polyphony confusing them snow fields with song plus all the goats went flemish throughout this wonky mystery but come the first of april well whatever it was had gone ( the end ) ...
The Earth is flat, blancmange-based & hollow & I once met Winter on a frosty-morning-morrow. Babbling about Christmas, Rizlas, bad snow, piss-beer plus - "I don't suppose you've grown my rose?" & then he magic-vanished disappeared. ~ Gone ...
Winter arrived unannounced last night a brief smidgening of snow-stuff the cheeky shite, a dainty scattering of white shit the seasonal squit but with plenty more in store I'm sure do I mind? - Not a bit x ...