26.7.20
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whole world of rain
this winter was
and where I’m now
roof runs the stuff
a hat drips off
mud grubby misted
puddle up
and here we are again
tea too
underbrim lovely dry
throw bow at strings
we’re off
slosh
words of the tale
are a deluge like
this
the track till creek
vorpal as once dreamt
for
monster, ogre, jabberwock
you were there
feather it till drip
with
stay safe in the
pouch
or underlog
be pages in the book
firelit, feet up,
hotch
and cheese-on
lunch it
warmer in the
undercloud
and bank it in a tank
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