Peek beneath the yellow
the black curls, the shadow
(what evil lurks within)
of a fence long derelict
and two mulberry trees
recently cropped, all I know
(burning poems in a fireplace)
scuffed footpath, the sigh
the bitumen out of town
(what evil lurks within)
of a fence long derelict
and two mulberry trees
recently cropped, all I know
(burning poems in a fireplace)
scuffed footpath, the sigh
the bitumen out of town
Christ, Rob, yv got to raise yr awareness to a higher plane if you reckon that's it
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