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in the direction of winter
head all tunes
swam into May
with a sometimes sun
not now though
more mattock, gloves and tug
kind of day
grey
say
cassia
lantana
privet
we call tobacco
and the farmer’s friend
no sarcasm though to say
death to them all
they will burn
but after the weather
of course
then frolic that the creek is free
as if by bandicoot
to snout
or kick up behind like who?
sunshine then directing gleam
applause as if the sea
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