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allowed
to rest
dim end of life
away beavering
I have my
magnifiers
I'm the scarecrow
want it to be after rain
I have a hat
for that
and a wider life
of many things
the sun tears through
we tear after
ear to the ether
the all-to-do and not much done
Jehovah's Witnesses come round
we can agree there are many gods
(not sure if they know I can see them
but that's their lookout I guess)
I come to the edge of it all
where the rain left off
the red-billed satin blue ones
with the wobbly white arses
it's with some ceremony they pass each other
each making for the pond
black cockies come
explain the pace
perch in trees from whom they learn
to steady with the sky
Really like your language play Kit. Edges, bird images, learning from the trees all terrific.
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