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in the great cubby of
the superannuant
wild in rumpus
come to colour
no bean rows
but the parsley blows
sometimes busy
it’s been said
a wild time
me and the magic signs
clouds frame canvas
stars by glimmer
but always with a window out
draught to rug up
all hullabaloo
inheritance I mar
by addition
sturdy though
weed edged up
creatures peer
you have to imagine
step out
measure up
to winter smoke
drink sky in as well
I, giant of this midst
tin for a blanket
rotted through in places too
all round much to mend
bitten
come in
disentangle, make things just
so cast these spells about
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