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now that I have 541 followers
no laurel
rest but wicked
I must
lead them a merry chase
through
wildernesses of paint and verbiage
call on
the woodwind and the brass
through
drought and heatwave
over ice
keep up!
windows
outpouring the bright
let’s not
say logic
no reason’s
required
come on!
it is an
awesome responsibility to lead
Kit says ‘stand
on your head’
‘touch
each other’s toes’
‘lick this’
‘let’s do
some colouring in’
I must not
lead them over cliffs
but
through the very woods of doubt –
a book
and dark
now that I
have 541 followers
it must
means something special to each
a meddling
way
tunnels of
through
the finishing line
over the
wedding threshold
by means
intimate and other
wise saws
and wild clichés
must keep
a stock to sell
have to
entertain
showers of
sun
a
gardenrise
the
favourite cloud to name
and by
such secret ways to truth
as none of
us may tell
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