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season undecided
the sad rain
night slept away
a grey retreat into the bone
and the ache comes out – hello!
where paws, now socks
and here’s the floor
time from the clock retired
or say the sky came down to touch
the glow gone on in with
all this colour from a black and white bird
the day in flower too
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